Il marche - Amel Bent

Lassé de jugements du monde

De se cacher pour ne plus avoir honte

Assassiné à coups d’indifférence

Sous-estimé juste à cause de son apparence

Il ne veut pas qu’on le plaigne

Il veut juste qu’on lui tienne la main

Et il marche

Qu’importe le froid qui le glace

Et même le vent qui le casse

Et autant les gens qui le chassent

Qu’importe la peine

Et il marche

Il marche

Qu’importe tous ceux qui le blessent

Le cassent, le chassent

Et c’est un soldat qui se bat

Qui se bat, il est mon héros héros héros

Cassé, abîmé par la vie,

Le corps blessé

Les rêves qu’on lui a pris

Toujours lésé

Souvent laissé pour compte

Sa dignité, il voudrait bien qu’on la lui rende

Il ne veut pas qu’on le plaigne

Il veut juste qu’on lui tienne la main

Et il marche

Qu’importe le froid qui le glace

Et même le vent qui le casse

Et autant les gens qui le chassent

Qu’importe le mal

Et il marche

Il marche

Qu’importe tous ceux qui le blessent

Le cassent, le chassent

Et c’est un soldat qui se bat

Qui se bat, il est mon héros héros héros

Ainsi juste couvert de honte

C’est tout comme si on le coupait du monde.

Il marche

Qu’importe tous ceux qui le blessent

Le cassent, le chassent

Et c’est un soldat qui se bat

Qui se bat, il est mon héros héros héros

Tired of judgments from the world

To hide so as not to be ashamed

Assassinated with indifference

Underrated just because of its looks

He doesn't want to be pitied

He just wants to be held by his hand

And he walks

No matter the cold that freezes him

And even the wind that breaks it

And so do the people who hunt him

No matter the pain

And he walks

He walks

Who cares who hurts him

Break it, chase it

And he's a soldier who fights

Who fights, he's my hero hero hero

Broken, damaged by life,

The Wounded Body

The dreams that were taken from her

Always wronged

Often left behind

His dignity, he would like it back

He doesn't want to be pitied

He just wants to be held by his hand

And he walks

No matter the cold that freezes him

And even the wind that breaks it

And so do the people who hunt him

No Matter What Evil

And he walks

He walks

Who cares who hurts him

Break it, chase it

And he's a soldier who fights

Who fights, he's my hero hero hero

So just covered in shame

It's like cutting him off from the world.

He walks

Who cares who hurts him

Break it, chase it

And he's a soldier who fights

Who fights, he's my hero hero hero