Il marche [English translation]

Tired

Of people's judgements,

Of hiding

So as not to feel ashamed anymore

Assassinated

By indifference,

Underestimated

Solely because of the way he looks

He doesn't want anyone to pity him,

He just wants someone to hold his hand

And he walks,

No matter the cold that's freezing him,

And even the wind that's breaking him,

And also the people who are chasing him away,

No matter the sorrow, but, and he

He walks, he walks,

No matter what freezes, breaks, chases him away

And he's a soldier who fights and fights again

He's my hero, hero, hero

Broken,

Damaged by life

His wounded body,

The dreams which were taken away from him

Always left,

Often left behind

His dignity,

He'd like to get it back

He doesn't want anyone to pity him,

He just wants someone to hold his hand

And he walks,

No matter the cold that's freezing him,

And even the wind that's breaking him,

And also the people who are chasing him away,

No matter the sorrow, but, and he

He walks, he walks,

No matter what freezes, breaks, chases him away

And he's a soldier who fights and fights again

He's my hero, hero, hero [x2]

And so,

Only covered in shame

It's just like if

He was secluded

He walks, he walks,

No matter what freezes, breaks, chases him away

And he's a soldier who fights and fights again

He's my hero, hero, hero [x2]

And he walks

• Artist:Amel Bent
• Album:Délit mineur