All the brotherly souls of this world
This little girl under the bombs
Let's craft with its orphan quill
Those people with open arms
To the eyes of those children of exile
The one who works with no roof
To the migrant welcomed on the way
To the healer holding a hand
To the beggar, to the offering of wine
To the one who will give his bread
To those people whose life
The one whose destiny would survive
To those whose only God is sharing
Of her child, aware of the wreck
That the hatred made here
The one whose heart stays love
To those enlightened souls
Who have for only violence
Only the tears in their eyes
Straight toward sacrifice
Of its life to save its master
To the one throwing his body
To try to save a cradle
To the bird whose wings
Recover their flight for up there
Night coming from the open sea
Friend, let's clink our wines
That our pages are written
The universe of the night
With the first names of our dead friends
From darkness while birthing the dawn
To the sharing of possessions
Since it's our story
Always the struggle between being
Between the billionaire and the beggar
Yes, is measured in giving
To those people who have nothing
How big their heart is
Cobblestones against batons
Their rose facing the tanks
From those ships without port
That alone, facing the wreck
Leaves him at a crossroads
Like you leave a beacon
Like you leave luggage
To the believer without a church
In this outstretched handkerchief
Overflow in the floods
Against all mockery
There's no greater courage
There's no greater courage
There's no greater courage
Against all mockery
There's no greater courage