Текст песни Lara Fabian - Voir un ami pleurer

Of course there is the Irish quarrels
And the tribes without music
Of course all this greed to caress
And there is no more America
Of course money has no smell
But the empty smell hits you in the nose
Of course we march by color
But, but what is seen crying friend

Of course here they are, our defeat
And then death at the end of the path
The body has bows his head
Wondering what is still
Of course there is his wife's infidelity
And Dead birds
Of course our hearts lose their wings
But, but what is seen crying friend

Of course, these exhausted city
These fifty years of child
Our powerlessness is intended to help them
And our passion languishing in pain tooth
Of course, time flies too fast
These subway cars filled with doomed
The truth escapes us
But, but what is seen crying friend

Of course, our mirror straight
Neither the courage to be a Jew
Neither elegance, to be a black man
Imaginary wick itself - but we only wax
And all these people who are our brothers
Not surprised us more
What affection they have laced
But, but what is seen crying friend.