Les Gens Qui Doutent

I love people who doubt
People who listen too much
Their hearts sway
I love people who speak
And contradict themselves
And without denouncing themselves

I love people who tremble
Who sometimes don't seem
Capable of judging
I love people who pass by
Half in their shoes
And half beside

I love their little song
Even if they seem like fools

I love those who panic
Those who are not logical
Well, not as they should be
Those who, with their chains
So that it doesn't bother us
Make a jingling noise

Those who will not be ashamed
Of being in the end
Just heart failures
For not knowing how to say
"Deliver us from the worst
And keep the best"

I love their little song
Even if they seem like fools

I love people who dare not
Appropriate things
Even less people
Those who are willing to be
Just a simple window
For the eyes of children

Those without a banner
The colorblind of the soul
Ignore the colors
Those who are foolish enough
That History will never
Give them honors

I love their little song
Even if they seem like fools

I love people who doubt
And would like us to give them
Peace from time to time
And not mistreat them
Never when they walk
Their autumns in spring

That we tell them that the soul
Ignites more beautiful flames
Than all those sad asses
And that we thank them
That we tell them, we shout
"Thank you for having lived

Thank you for the tenderness
And too bad for your asses
That did what they could"