Par mes flèches [English translation]

I took out a knife

And I hurt my cheek

I wanted to elbow my way through,

To lacerate the epidermis

With great slashes of 'I believe it',

Free the fantasies

I admit it, I firmly believed it

You played with weapons

Way too big for you

I thought that this place was safe,

When all along Hell was in my home

I lit up flames

To warm us up a lot

I set the South afire

I set the North afire

I burned our houses,

Believing I was illuminating them

I created the racket,

Looking for passion

By my arrows, we see

By my arrows, we feel

The theories falling apart

By my arrows, we see

By my arrows, we feel

The religion crumbling

By my arrows, we see

By my arrows, we feel

By my arrows, we see

By my arrows

I burned our houses

• Artist:Agora Fidelio
• Album:Les Illusions d'une Route Vol 2: Bagdad