The years have passed,
as always.
Silence has fallen,
as always.
There have been other wars,
as always.
The people were behind,
as always.
The heart creaked with darkness,
as always.
A small step of hope,
as always.
And the ashes come back, as always.
A small step of peace,
as always.
These ashes are the embers,
as always.
Of the French unity,
as always.
There will be other wars,
as always.
And we will go and do it,
as always.
The years will pass,
as always.
Our children will forget,
as always.
Unless songs,
as always,
The years have passed,
as always.
Silence has fallen,
as always.
There have been other wars,
as always.
The people were behind,
as always.
The heart creaked with darkness,
as always.
A small step of hope,
as always.
And the ashes come back,
as always.
A small step of peace,
as always.
These ashes are the embers, as always.
Of the French unity,
as always.
There will be other wars, as always.
And we will go and do it, as always.
The years will pass,
as always.
Our children will forget,
as always.
Unless songs,
as always,
Our names, as always.