Tel Un Seul Homme

And if I told you that even in the middle of a crowd
Each, through their loneliness, has a crumbling heart
That even flooded by the gazes of those who love us
We don't always reap the dreams we sow

Already when life comes to inhabit
These bodies as small as lifeless
She is there like a guardian goddess
Gathering solitudes by the hundreds...

This mother Mary, chimera mother of the homeland
The one who will come to snatch our lives
The one who, like a child, reaches out a hand
To better twist the neck of destiny

And we cry, yes we cry for the fate of man
Knowing how, even giants, how small we are

The hand of the other entwined in ours
The sky's blue bluer than that of others
We know that even the most faithful of apostles
Will eventually die one day or another

And even friendship forever to find
And even after one or more litters
She is there rushing to remind us
That if men unite
It's to better separate

This mother Mary, chimera mother of the homeland
The one who will come to snatch our lives
The one who, like a child, reaches out a hand
To better twist the neck of destiny

And we cry, yes we cry for the fate of man
Knowing how, even giants, how small we are

Because, like a single man, we move forward
Towards the same light, towards the same frontier
Always she will come to snatch our lives
As if every happiness must be punished

And we cry, yes we cry for the fate of man
Knowing how, even giants, how small we are