Plus haut [English translation]

Smashing our TV sets,

Freeing ourselves from our chains, oh no

And forgetting that we're grownups,

Laughing of our sorrows till we cry, oh no

Giving back their youth to our eyes,

Their innocence to our games

When the Earth loses its direction

One, two, three, sunshine

Turning our bruises into a sky,

Our bandages into wings

Drawing hopscotch games on the ground of hell

Going higher, oh oh [x4]

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Letting our mirrors fall to the ground,

Wining seven years of happiness, oh no

On the walls keeping us apart,

Gaining altitude, oh

Turning our bruises into a sky,

Our bandages into wings

Drawing hopscotch games on the ground of hell

Going higher, oh oh

Seeing the life of our unending clouds

And opening the cages of our hearts

That are fighting, that are fighting

Going higher, oh oh

• Artist:M. Pokora