Pauvre forçat d'un drôle d'avenir
For you, I take the time to write
Poor convict a strange future
A one who listens in the dark
Or look without being seen
Than you not approach from your inside
Terrible image of a human cloistered
Hidden behind a moucharabieh
Soul in absence of all pleasure
The existence in the form of sigh
Do not you afraid of being watched ?
When your friends call you
Do you avoid to go to the essentials?
A back and forth information
A too live in the shadow of secrecy
You forget that it is called "freedom"
Head to wind in a bright sky
Uncovering of your body all the fibers
Suddenly returned a free man