Chanter pour ceux qui sont loin de chez eux

The one who spends the whole night
Looking at the stars
Thinking that at the end of the world
There's someone thinking of him

And this little girl who plays
Who never wants to smile again
And who sees her father everywhere
Who built himself an empire

Wherever they go
They're sad at the party
Wherever they go
They're alone in their heads
I want to sing for those
Who are far from home
And who have in their eyes
Something that hurts
That hurts
I want to sing for those
Who are slowly forgotten
And who keep deep inside
Something that hurts
That hurts

Who stole their story
Who stole their memory
Who trampled on their life
Like walking on a mirror

That one will want bombs
That one will count the days
By lining up sticks
Like the bars of a prison

Wherever they go
They're sad at the party
Wherever they go
They're alone in their heads
I want to sing for those
Who are far from home
And who have in their eyes
Something that hurts
That hurts
I want to sing for those
Who are slowly forgotten
And who keep deep inside
Something that hurts
That hurts
Sing for those
Who are far from home
And who have in their eyes
Something that hurts, that hurts
When I think of them
It hurts, it hurts
When I think of them
It hurts
It hurts