Chante la rue chante [English translation]

By fearing freedom, you make for a way without liberty

What makes us believe

That we have to lock our jaws

Silently kneeling

In front of those who scream louder,

Stronger than us?

What makes us say

Let's leave the keys of the future

To arrogant oracles

Waiting for them to do miracles for us

And our cries stay in our throats

In the country of Piaf and robins?

Sing, street. Sing

It's your voice, it belongs to you

Sing, go sing

The thoughts that haunt you

The ideas you hold

Sing at the top of your lungs

In the face of the powerful

Do not be afraid to make them deaf

They have been for a long time

Since always

What makes us believe

That we must give up hope

And our drunkenness

In the country of July 14 and Jaurès?

Look at the crowd

which is swaying and dancing

Like a rolling torrent

Dead by silence

Making noise together is a huge strength

Our voices unite in one heart

In the land of Piaf, blackbirds

Sing, street. Sing

It's your voice, it belongs to you

Sing, go sing

The thoughts that haunt you

The ideas you hold

Sing at the top of your lungs

In the face of the powerful

Do not be afraid to make them deaf

They have been for a long time

Since always, always

Sing against the crying, the abuse

Sing when in your life nothing sings anymore

Sing to stave off your pain

Our lungs all have the same color

By fearing freedom, you make for a way without liberty

Sing, street. Sing!

It's your voice, it belongs to you

Sing, go sing

In the face of the powerful

Do not be afraid to make them deaf

They have been for a long time

Always

Sing, go sing

Freedom

Freedom, sing

You will have to be listened to

• Artist:Pascal Obispo