Sur nos lèvres [English translation]

How to get my head around the idea

Of opening my hands to bleed

How to make you forgot

You've got the bruises of the past

On our lips

The world wrote

Its words of fear and its screams

Its own end is here

How to make us forgot

I don't even have the strength to listen

How to keep quiet when I think

Of the bitter taste left

On our lips

The world wrote

Its words of fear and its screams

Its own end is here

How could I, forgive

Our father, who left

On our lips

The injuries which link us

These words of fear and these screams

His own end is here

The world wrote

The world, the world, the world