Voir un ami pleurer [English translation]

Of course, there are wars in Ireland,

And musicless people.

Of course, tenderness is conspicuously silent,

There's no American dream anymore.

Of course, money doesn't have any smell

But we can still feel this absent smell.

Sure, we are trampling on flowers,

But to see a friend cry…

Of course we all know defeats

And there's death waiting for us at the end.

Our bodies bend over their heads—

Surprised that we're still standing.

Of course there are unfaithful women

And birds get murdered ;

Sure, our hearts do lose their wings,

But to see a friend cry…

Of course our cities are exhausted

By all those fifty-something children

We're so helpless to support them ;

Our loves aches to their teeth,

And time goes by so fast.

Subways are full of drown people,

And truth is avoiding us,

But to see a friend cry…

Of course, our mirrors reflect our true self,

But not the bravery of being jew,

Or the delicacy of being black.

We all think we're the wick, but we're only the burning wax.

All those people are our brothers,

And we're not even surprised

When they stab us in favor of love,

But to see a friend cry…