We've been saying it a lot, stay in your place The Nantes' acquis surpass you The bed you were born in is forbidden to aim higher We've often laughed at my audacity Life makes the least you can do Climb back to the place where you were hoping Don't bend your back We are what we are, you say thank you and that's it We have to bow down and not bow down to the end Either you're a king or you're nothing But tell me, why this path of faith? I want glory on my knees I want the world or nothing at all Not the pleasures, not the small desires The privileges I want the sword of mad love I want the rope at your cost Not the pleasures, not the small smiles The spells I've often been put down So be it, life, in the name of the father But what have I learned if it's not to pray by heart? Should I implore him without ever touching the sky? Should I remain nailed without unfolding my wings? Amena tout, n'amena rien, mot d'histoire The fate, the laws, I don't submit to them Don't ask me to walk straight anymore I'll feel your wrongs I love the path I see I'll bury behind me The idiot we want me to be I want glory on my knees I want the world or nothing at all Not the pleasures, not the small desires The privileges I want the sword of mad love I want the rope at your cost Not the pleasures, not the small smiles The spells I want glory on my knees I want the world or nothing at all Not the pleasures, not the small desires The privileges I want the sword of mad love I want the rope at your cost Not the pleasures, not the small smiles The spells