Le long de la route [English translation]

Nay bother at all

To pull together a bit

Before the beat calls

Our soul and our spirit

The image and banter

Of vindictive past

Have forged our armour

Our hearts are clasped

Still alone In their corner

Our dogged daemons

Lost in their former

Colourless dark grey, one

will have had to choose

Forgiveness, for rather

Another story forsooth

Than to forget the gather

(refrain)

Let us take in hand

The length of the line

We'll choose our path

No more any doubt and I've

Faith and it'll be nowt

But a case of listening

Wide open little hands out

Little by little then

Nay "tother a ball"

Speaking of us

Our pride to the fore

Kneeling dunno what that does

In our transparent eyes

The lie at our end lies

Impossible to rebuff

Everybody sussed

(refrain)

Let us take in hand

The length of the line

To live and let live

Forget then forgive

But words are only words

Not the most important these

Here one starts to properly hear us

We who change folk as we please

It's fucking daft that one may be so fuck stupid

As to conceal self from self-same

It's fucking daft that one may be so fuck stupid because

The other merely reflects what one itself has begun to frame .

If our inky sketches

Could not arrest us

It's the start of our dreams

Confirmed as they stretch thus

(refrain)

Let us take in hand

The length of the line

To live and let live

Forget then forgive

If our inky sketches

Could not arrest us

It's the start of our dreams

Confirmed as they stretch thus

It's fucking daft that one may be so fuck stupid

As to conceal self from self-same

It's fucking daft that one may be so fuck stupid because

The other merely reflects what one itself has begun to frame