Je pleure, vous pleaures, nous plearons,
tout le monde pleure.
When all the world cries,
the flowers wilt,
and the people scream.
Blood spills from the sky
and fills the mouths of unknowing children.
When all the world cries,
there is no strong,
just weak.
When all the world cries,
there is no one to protect us,
from the harm that surrounds.
