La porte est close

The door is closed
I want to get out of hell
The door is closed
My head is exploding
They walled up our land
Oh, my head is exploding

They asked me
What I was doing there
I explained to them
That I was coming for you
So at the end of their guns
They took me home

They told our parents
That from today
The good times really began

It was August 13, 1961
I was going to Rue Bernauer
I had to see my brother
To talk about freedom

I said nothing
When they asked for my brother
I said nothing
They forbade me from returning
Rue Bernauer
Forbade me

They told us
That you had betrayed
That you had chosen
The bad side of the country
That we should not regret anything
Since we had stayed

They told our Parents
That from today on
You were no longer their child

It was August 13, 1961
I was going to Bernauer Street
I had to see my brother
To talk about freedom