And soups with sour faces
Our illusions taking flight
On the winds of fine words
Beneath our blue, white and red
Prophets and archangels
Still all those childhoods
And screens that work
But whether they're blue, white or red
Vows, speeches, nothing moves
There once was a country held up as an example
That spoke of human rights, equal chances
A land of good living as much as of hope
Once upon a time my beautiful country of France
And what d'you want us to do about it
Everywhere women and men
And people who still move
And people who still dream
And to still believe in it
And we sing again, again, again, again, again