Ma Lune [English translation]

I looked for you, I aimed at the moon

You knew me with my heart in the mist

When love deserted my island

I wrote between the hammer and the anvil.

I wasn't born in wealth

My only wealth : my family, my customs

I have gold in my records and my writing skills

And you will live forever in my posthumous projects.

Looks will not all be in agreement

Even though closing one's eyes is easy

I pretended, I stood against the wind

But facing the mirror, I only see a child.

Are we better off being anonymous?

I don't know anymore who loves me or who hurts me,

What will remain with time?

With time, yeah, yeah

I am not making up these words for you

You are my moon, I only see you

I am not making up these words for you

You are my moon, my moon and you turn my lights on, eh

My past is nothing more than a field of shambles

I walk between the cartridge cases and the landmines

Away from my Algeria, in exile

I dreamed that his people won, Amine

The ending is never like in movies

In every script, you would be my hero

I picked the rose in spite of the thorn

In the middle of the living room, my son is drawing me

No, without you, my life would be rhyme-less

I wouldn't have all the hope bringing me to life

I would have less soul and feelings

I would have never met the father of my child.

Too many wounds in the abyss

If I get censored, I'd become a mime artist

A lot of love in the blood

Turn the sound off, I love you, Naïm

I am not making up these words for you

You are my moon, I only see you

I am not making up these words for you

You are my moon, my moon and you turn my lights on, eh

I am not making up these words for you

You are my moon, I only see you

I am not making up these words for you

You are my moon, my moon and you turn my lights on, eh

To each their moon, to each their fate

To each their wealth

Every one of us has at least someone

Who illuminates their bitumen

Heal my pain, give me your hand

Lend me your writing skills

Like Indochine, when nothing is guaranteed

I ask the moon, my moon

I am not making up these words for you (for you)

You are my moon, I only see you

I am not making up these words for you (for you)

You are my moon, my moon and you turn my lights on, eh

To each their moon, to each their fate

To each their wealth

Every one of us has at least someone

Who illuminates their bitumen

Heal my pain, give me your hand

Lend me your writing skills

Like Indochine, when nothing is guaranteed

I ask the moon, my moon

I am not making up these words for you (for you)

You are my moon, I only see you

I am not making up these words for you (for you)

You are my moon, my moon and you turn my lights on, eh

To each their moon, to each their fate

To each their wealth

Every one of us has at least someone

Who illuminates their bitumen

Heal my pain, give me your hand

Lend me your writing skills

Like Indochine, when nothing is guaranteed

I ask the moon, my moon

• Artist:Zaho