Héros in, héros out [English translation]

Old yellowed posters of idols in the gutters, tired.

Phoney heroes sticking to anything shiny,

out of fashion.

Heroes in, heroes out,

your faces still dawdle endlessly

in the streets.

Heroes in, heroes out.

Rebels died at twenty and come back every night,

dressed in rebellion and unfinished, uncomplete dreams.

Heroes in, heroes out,

your faces still dawdle endlessly

in the streets.

Heroes in, heroes out.

Bullets sliding on the sidewalks in the evening

pierce through hearts and memories,

memories.

Heroes in, heroes out,

your faces still dawdle endlessly

in the streets.

Heroes in, heroes out. (x5)

• Artist:Yves Simon
• Album:Une vie comme ça (1981)