J'en appelle à la tendresse

In front of those child's eyes
Who are cold, who are hungry
Tell yourself that money will burn your hands
In front of those presidents
Who rule the world
Who play with kites
with all their bombs
In front of the synagogues
In front of the cathedrals
There is only one good God
But always several devils
In front of those who have nothing
In front of those who have everything
If necessary, I am willing
to sing it on my knees
I appeal to tenderness
To love if we have any left
I appeal to all men
May their will be good
I appeal to tenderness
In the heart I address you
A song of hope in short
I appeal to all men
At the front of the monuments
Do not write history
A too valiant soldier
Is a friend who leaves
In the name of what madness
In the name of what power
They are sent to gather
The laurels of glory
I have the heart of a woman
And the words to say it
There are too many tears
In this world gone mad
Tell me if I lie
Tell me if I am wrong
If necessary, I am willing
To sing it louder
I appeal to tenderness
To love if we have any left
I appeal to all men
May their will be good
I appeal to tenderness
In the heart I address you
A song of hope in short
I appeal to all men
I appeal to all men