Dis-leur qu'ils aiment [English translation]

If there are men

on all these trains

who will one day take you,

tell them the song

one hears sometimes.

That song

which everyone, one nice evening, has heard

when love leaves the train

to change lines.

And if they tell you about the weather,

about what they haven't done,

about their sailboats over the western horizon

that they're chasing,

tell them that, here, solitude

carries our voices

when we cease loving

such that we no longer embrace.

Tell them they love

that they won't forget,

that one day everything will stop.

Tell them they're crying

that they're dying with joy,

that one only lives once,

even if loving here

is suffering 100 times.

If there are times

when nothing comes to erase your

doubts,

if regrets

know where to find you the night,

choose to love

like you would choose a line,

that this melody

might stretch across forever.

If there are men

in the towns where you will walk,

tell them that, far away,

like them, other men

are cold,

that they are so afraid,

that they forget too often

about love.

Also tell that that one day

we'll have nothing else.

(chorus)

Even if living here

is to die 100 times.

Hold hands.

Really live

as if never to pass away.

Love endlessly,

like children.

Love to the highest, without thinking about it.

(chorus x2)

• Artist:Faudel
• Album:Mundial Corrida