Les Murs Porteurs

Past the grandeur madness
The desire to play the great lords
Past the intoxication, past the ardor
When the fruits have no more flavor

Back from seven years of misfortune
From a painful childbirth
Tired of lying, of playing the actor
When one is no longer up to par

Remain the load-bearing walls
Friends made of concrete
A brother, a little sister
To see on the horizon

Remain the load-bearing walls
To hold the house
To overcome fears
Or conquer demons

Promises with hand on heart
Stronger than being the best
Lost in the crosshairs
Whether soldier or deserter

Candies engraved in the heart
Thousands of hours of flight on the counter
Beautiful speeches, smooth talkers
Whether in the dark or in error

Remain the load-bearing walls
Friends made of concrete
A brother or a big sister
To see on the horizon

Remain the load-bearing walls
To hold the house
To overcome fears
Or conquer demons

Playing tough, stuntmen
Colorful memories
The utopia of a better world
Of everything we've learned by heart

Remain the load-bearing walls
To shield from the wind
To endure
Facing the tremors

Remain the load-bearing walls
To shelter from the cold
To ward off misfortune
And find one's way