Le Coeur de Ma Vie

It's the language that runs through the city streets,
Like a love song with an awkward chorus
She is proud and rebellious and often gets hurt
On the walls of skyscrapers, against the silver towers

She's not always beautiful, she's mistreated a bit,
It's not always easy to be alone in the middle
Of a vast continent where they set the rules,
Where they lead the dance, where they are so numerous

She's not always beautiful, but alive, she fights,
In faithful memory of our pains, our voices,
Of our bursts of laughter and anger too,
It's the language of my heart and the heart of my life

It's a language of France with American accents,
It defies silence with great musical strokes
It's the language of my heart and the heart of my life,
May it never die, may it never be forgotten

To defend it, we must speak it as best we can,
We must make it heard, shake it up a bit
We must make it loved by those close to us
Who think they are threatened by us standing tall

We must make it loved by people everywhere
Who come to us seeking a taste of freedom
It has the right words to name the country,
So that we speak of it by singing out loud

It's a language of France with American accents,
It defies silence with great musical strokes
It's the language of my heart and the heart of my life,
May it never die, may it never be forgotten