Printemps arabe [English translation]

40 years of dictatorship

Under the silence of our flags

40 years of the hard way

Under the eyes of Westerners

Who go on holiday to Tunisia

Take photos of Alexandria

And who suddenly seem surprised

At the awakening of sleeping people

[Chorus]

Thank you Egyptians

Thank you Tunisians

Thank you for this sweet awakening

Which deep inside us reminds us

That democracy

Is the street that has chosen

In Tripoli or Algiers

The people will decide

40 years of austere life

Under the rigid eye of the soldiers

40 years in poverty

Under the corruption of officials

Who decide if you get housing

If you work, if you infringe

If your children will have the right

Of having some bread for their meal

[Chorus]

40 years of silence

40 years of misery

40 years that France

Doesn't take of it's blinkers

That the African interests

For France are worth much more

Than the happiness of human beings

Who live on these lands

Now to rebuild

A Freedom, a country

Now what to become

And what history in Tunisia

For women can smile

That the rights of man can grow

And that this abolished past

Doesn't return in the future

[Chorus]