L'Humaniste [English translation]

Regardless of the tears in our eyes

Regardless of our broken hearts

Regardless of the sobs of those

Taken by grief

Regardless of the other who killed you

Regardless of those who hate you

Regardless of the cemetery days

That they wanted to inflict on us

Regardless of the tears of the Earth

Regardless of the songs of progress

Regardless of the raised fists

That no longer know for whom they are raised

Regardless of the stupid people

Regardless of the collaborating

Regardless of the useless wars

Regardless of the governments

Since they do not speak for us

They speak only for money

Regardless of the ripped belly

Of the mother who lost her child

Regardless of our tired eyes

The tears that turn into a hurricane

Regardless of the fields of possibility

That turn into funeral songs

Regardless of the crying world

Yes from every border, every horizon

Regardless of the song of madness

People losing reason

Regardless of our democracies

That turn to prostitution

Regardless of the work of the butcher

We will write in thousands

Regardless of the incarnate horror

Of the progress of humanity

Regardless of our governments

Who make our countries illiterate

I will stay this humanist

Who believes we are all equal

All equal before injustice

All equal faced with our tears

I will stay with those who struggle

Always for this human who believes

That it is better to turn the other cheek

To offer one's open arms

To those who strike your cheek

To make you close your eyes

That it is better to give one's love

Yes I believe that to pray

They throw their stones towards the heavens

But they always keep coming back

To break the eyes

Of those people who will smile

Regardless of the wars of our good gods

Yes regardless of the songs of ill

Regardless of the walls we construct

Regardless of the flags of nations

Regardless of the people who pray

To the good gods or to dough

Regardless of all the power

The fascisms of oppression

Friend, do not be afraid of dying

For ideas, for combat

Those that make us smile

Who say to one's brother down here

That there is nothing more beautiful than to love

The other as much as oneself

That there is nothing more beautiful than to love

The other as much as oneself