Hey, my sister, come to see...
That I will be tomorrow
I am unaware of if one following day ago
Who are these women whom I see with far
Does Y´ have to you it somebody at the end of this road?
Always these women who cry
Why? Because their babies die
In the indifference and terror
Does Y´ have to you it a reason so that I am not afraid?
It sometimes happens to me to think
That I can all give up
I continue to believe
That there remains always a hope (X 2)
Say me that the price of a life is worth
I say, that depends on the countries
The more blood runs, the more it depreciates
Say to me, can one live on ground without rifle
These women who are delighted
To see their children who grow
Oh my God I would like that they can
To sing at the sides of those which are so sad
Refrain
That there remains always a hope, a hope...
Another country, another concern, suffering, independence
Scars of life and more I think of it
More all is based on my face
Unjust heritage of birth
France country of abundance
No silence in justice

What will I be tomorrow?
If one following day ago
Y´ has to you it somebody, somebody
Somebody at the end of this road
These women who are delighted
Their children who grow
Oh my God, I would like that they can
At the sides of those which are so sad
Refrain
Oh my God, oh my God
That they can smile to their children