Day of terror and of triumphant fanaticism

When modern day barbarians

At the speed of thier planes

« Love will never grow again »

At the speed of thier planes

They created desert with their steps.

 

Day of death, day of mourning,

day of the wounded forever traumatised,

Day of anguished neighbour,

day of injured families, ravaged and broken

Day when the most powerful democracy

appears to be faulting,

Day of defeat and day of hell...

 

Still, a litte flame clears her path

Among the apocalyptic ruins, the waste,

the dead and the survivors

Forever branded by the seal of the un-maned,

of the decayed

and of the hopelessness... having become hope ;

Fragile and faint flicker as a far away beacon

Fogged by tears

This flame calls to us and lights the path

strewn with shadows and ambushes

The path towards brotherhood and Justice.

 

May this cold earth and tirelessly roussed sea,

This sea calling us to distant dreams,

Be compassionate and welcoming

to the Ashes of the victims.

May their memory forever remain with us.

 

Translation by Patrick Brochard