Текст песни Francis Bernier - Milliards de voix

Millions vote
There was once a very small voice,
That said, I want to eat; He said: I am cold.
There were a thousand times, a thousand little voices,
Who quietly wept: I do not understand.
Give me your hand, the one who knows the way,
Which leads to the "tomorrow".
Billions of votes
Which I did not hear,
But to say something important.
Billions of people like me who say: I believe
What we always see how the day begins,
While adults will sow the seeds of love
In the hearts of the children.
If it sometimes happens to you and me to sleep
Cold and hungry,
Tomorrow will be a day again.
We all have the right to
To live at least once,
A story in which everything is good,
A story that does not end.
Give me your hand, the one who knows the way,
Which leads to the "tomorrow".
Billions of votes
Which I did not hear,
But to say something important.
Billions of people like me who would say, I believe,
What we always see how the day begins,
While adults will sow the seeds of love
In the hearts of the children.
There was once a voice, a very small voice,
Who quietly whispered:
I believe in you.