بۆ په‌ریله:

How many walls... (Combien de murs...)

First, a stone that flies into pieces
A strange dust, then a crash
Go outside, wake up all these people
Who've had an appointment for such a long time

A wall has fallen, a man turns round
Has he had a dream ? Has a page been turned ?
The rumor that already runs from city to city
We kiss, we weep, we remain motionless

Is he going round the bend, is he becoming crazy...
Even if his heart is happy, his eyes are woolly
How many armours, how many masks, how many graves
How many walls are hidden behind a wall which falls down ?

Some tears keep on flowing, nobody turns around
History forsakes the pages we divert
What sort of freedom will be able to talk about
When children come to ask...

"The walls we have in our minds
Are perhaps higher than yours
Why hasn't anybody ever stopped them ?
Of course we're going to break them down
But we'll never erase
The pains they have let... engraved !"

I had forgotten how ironic our history was
I had forgotten we had so little memory
How many tears, how many hates, how many shames
How many walls are hidden behind a wall which falls down

Am I becoming crazy ? Answer me, my eyes are woolly
In the name of who do we choose innocence
In the name of which freedom, which limpidity
How many walls... how many walls...
How many tears, how many masks, how many shames
How many walls are hidden behind a wall which falls ?
How many walls... how many walls... how many walls...

Patrick BRUEL