Où es-tu ? [English translation]

AFP news, a phone call, you must leave

Quick, a camera bag, your objectives, what are you writing about

In this slumbering street, I hug you tightly, looking out for you

I know that you are not afraid but me, I’m a little cold

Your plane is still flying towards such a war, towards such a fight

Once again the children will ask why you’re going there

Once again I’ll respond, that without their mother, no one will know

And for all this time, only your pictures speak of you

Where are you? Can you hear me?

Ten days you’ve been away and your messages are becoming rare

On the radio, they said the rebels are seizing power

This morning, at school, the children heard the story

Me, I’m dying of not feeling your skin when night falls

In front of the TV, I know the price of each image

So afraid to see your name one day on the front page

I hear you running in the rain of fire and hell

I send you what I can, all our smiles in your wastelands

Where are you? Can you hear me?

AFP news, at this time of night, you’re not coming home

A kidnapped journalist, that’s what all the channels are talking about

Almost everywhere your picture with the inscription “You will not be forgotten”

The children look at me, saying nothing, we will wait for you (we will wait for you)

Where are you? Can you hear me?

You told me that on certain nights you would go to sleep crying

That the windows of the world shut on you, whispering

I tell you that you have to keep in mind that everyone here follows your story

I hang on to the smiles which sweep over me in the corridors

I (will) see you running on the tarmac tomorrow perhaps

I hear you coming I hug you already in my dreams