Believe me, I don't have
Selective indignation
When my heart is touched, it doesn't ask
The name or the color
Of the skin of the victims
Did they have good press or did they not?

For the cause of a drawing
Or for that of a pen
A crime of ugly face, a mug that doesn't pass
Each of them deserves
The same posthumous tribute
The cry of those who do not accept

Oh, I am Charlie
I am Adama
I am Samuel Paty
I am Zyed and Bouna
I am Rémi
I am Adama
I am Ali Ziri
I am Zyed and Bouna

When men hit you
And they leave you on the asphalt
How could it be
That they are not judged?
No matter the titles
The uniforms, the costumes
No one can act with impunity

In the name of a religion
Or under the cover of the nation
A criminal act remains a criminal act
No justification
No mystification
For the families of the victims, the pain is the same

Oh, I am Charlie
I am Adama
I am Samuel Paty
I am Zyed and Bouna
I am Amine
I am Adama
I am Malik Oussekine
I am Zyed and Bouna

They are so numerous
They populate our memories
Like so many reasons not to forget
May their names be engraved
In our history books
And woe to those who would want to erase them

Justice is the mother
Of our innocent loves
The truth is not our forbidden fruit
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
The calls of a sister
Of a wife or a child
Cannot be stifled, they must be heard

Oh, I am Charlie
I am Adama
I am Samuel Paty
I am Zyed and Bouna
I am Rémi
I am Adama
I am Samuel Paty
I am Zyed and Bouna
I am, Steve, Miguel
(I am, I am, I am) Zineb
(I am) Lakhdar, Ismaël
(I am, I am) Liu Shaoyao, Zakaria
(I am) Cédric, Souheil
(I am, I am, I am) Yanis, Mehdi, Hamza
(I am) Boris, Mohamed, Brahim
(I am, I am, I am) Adam and Fatih, Ange

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