Les murs porteurs [English translation]

Past grand delusions

The desire to play the great lords

Past drunkenness, past the heat

The fruit no longer have flavour

Seven years of bad luck have returned

A confinement in pain

Tired of lying, playing the actor

When on is no longer up to par

The supporting walls still remain

Genuine friends

A brother, a (younger) sister

To watch the horizon

The supporting walls still remain

To take home

To overcome one's fears

To overcome one's demons

Hand promises on the heart

Stronger than to be the best

Lost in the cross-hairs

Whether you're a soldier or a deserter

Candy engraved in the heart

Thousands of flying hours on the clock

Fine words, Fine talkers

Whether we're in the dark or at fault

The supporting walls still remain

Genuine friends

A brother, a (younger) sister

To watch the horizon

The supporting walls still remain

To take home

To overcome one's fears

To overcome one's demons

Play hard, stuntmen

Coloured good memories

Utopia of a better world

From all that has been learnt by heart

The supporting walls still remain

To cut the wind

To keep the length

Coping with the tremor

The supporting walls still remain

To shelter from the cold

To ward off misfortune

And find it's way