Toujours debout [English translation]

At only one, the first step taken,

we walk for a moment before falling.

In the school yard we played well.

We end up on the ground, knee wounded.

We fall in love, hearts bounding about,

doing their best before breaking.

It's a game of bowling pins. Everyone is welcome,

Guys, girls, felled one by one.

But we are still standing, still standing.

But we are still standing, still standing.

Falling every time; today, afterward,

are we clumsy? Are we doing it on purpose?

Among others, we are all guilty, who did it?

Who pushed us?

• Artist:Emmanuel Moire
• Album:La rencontre