It is not a farewell, it is just a goodbye
Our Internationales will always sound hopeful
And if our brothers fall, we will sing in their memory
And if it's under bombings that our history is written
We will close ranks, we will plant our crosses
We will fight the winds, you who will fight us
Like a wounded bird, in the night, flying
My freedom bird, who goes back to fighting
If we must die of love, die of freedom
To leave like a bird that has flown away
Then yes I may die like a risen flag
An outstretched rose to the pointed rifles
A martyred rose for our humanity
Just a love bouquet for our fallen friends
Who only had a flower to gift the pyre
Only a flower to give to these pointed rifles
Let those who have the same god on earth rise
Because the God of gods, indeed, is to love your brother
Whatever be the pain of the wounds in our souls
Of my country which cries when they touch the flame
Whatever be the graveyards, children of our homeland
The force of lights shoots farther than rifles
My country of Enlightenment, it is time to unite
Your flag sad France, it is time to wave
Let it float forever from this dark friday
My country of freedom, the flag of hope
One day, the bird told me like a spring wind
That someday soon yes, in the land of our children
There won't be any war, there won't be any blood
There won't be those miseries that surround us constantly
My bird of freedom doesn't fear rifles
He doesn't fear the bullets of any tyranny
And even if he flies away, slayed by infamy
He will be reborn from his ashes, my infinity bird
He goes back to fighting, under November's sky
Light will be reborn for better septembers
He goes back to fighting, facing the shadow of the nights
He goes back to fighting against the lives of sadness
He flies upon the plains, he leaves, mournful feather
Under the chant of our sorrow, under the chant of the moon
Upwind of the lands that they hammer on the anvil
We chant our prayers so that the night lights up
Sing with me, brother, for our mother the Earth
Down here there is nothing which shines
We are all on the path of the shadow or the light
And lost in the shrine of our mother the Earth
Flown away on the back of the freedom bird
Taken away by the fangs of the incarnated hate
If we are surrounded by every terrorism
Those made of the blood of hate or those of fascism
If we need more than an army to protect our free ones
There is no better way to fight than by opening books
For those who were shot dead, who for eternity
Will remain the symbol of our freedom
We are chanting our prayers
We are chanting for the Earth
We are chanting the light against darkness
All the world's peoples, fist raised, freedom
Whatever be the prayers, so they are not forgotten
Outstretched hand to their brother against pointed rifles
That we are on the Earth all brothers of mankind
We are sons of the Ardennes
We are sons of Provence,
And up to the Aquitaine
We are France
We are the country of freedom, country of tolerance
Against the assassin, we offer the innocence
Of the bird of freedom facing the shooting horrors
We won't ever leave the battlefield
We have only one god and it's the life on Earth
We have only one god and it's to love our brother
My freedom bird doesn't fear rifles
He doesn't fear the bullets of any tyranny
And even if he flies away, slayed by infamy
He will be reborn from his ashes, my bird, the infinity
And even if he flies away, slayed by infamy,
He will be reborn from his ashes, my bird, the infinity