Sans tes mains [English translation]

First the taste of the wind,

So powerful,

On my face

And then those white clouds,

Infinitely

Bigger than me

Over there, the horizon,

A pretty illusion

Reminding me

That I'm alone

On the road,

That only the mountains

Are listening to me,

That even rain can't wash away anything

My life is worth nothing,

My life is worth nothing

Without your hands

Sometimes, I still believe

I can see a star

Bearing your name

Always,

Those crazy eagles

There, on my skin

Reminding me

That I'm alone

On the road,

My head tilted to the sky

Lost, probably

Even the rain

Can't wash away anything

My life is worth nothing,

My life is worth nothing

Without your hands

Confronted with the heavy stare

Possessed solely by the old lion

Tomorrow, red and wild

Will be the page that we turn,

For we are alone

There, on the road,

Taking the sky

Listening to it,

To draw

Our tomorrows

I will always look for

I will always look for your hands

My life is worth nothing without your hands