Paris en colère [English translation]

Just one touch of freedom

And Paris becomes angry

And Paris starts to rumble

And the next day, it's war.

Paris wakes up

And opens its prisons

Paris is feverish:

It heals itself in its own way.

You have to see the pavements leap

When Paris becomes angry

You have to see them, those rusty rifles

Which wink at the windows

Above the barricades

Which shoot in the streets

Everyone their own grenade

Their own knife or their bare hands.

Life and death don't matter any more

We have won, we have lost

But above our faces we can display

Flowers in our hats. (?)

We want to be free

No matter what the cost

We want to live, live, live

Live freely in Paris

Watch out, it always goes a long way

When Paris becomes angry

When Paris sounds the alarm bell

It's heard all over the world

And the world trembles

When Paris is in danger

And the world sings

When Paris is freed

It's the liberty celebration

And Paris isn't angry any more

And Paris can go dancing

It has seen the light again.

After the tempest

After the fear and the cold

Paris celebrates

And Paris cries with joy.