Ceux qui tiennent le pays debout, alors que tout pousse à tomber.

Élever nos voix pour nos lendemains.

Parce que nous refusons que demain soit une copie d’hier.

Parce que le silence est devenu une prison. Et que nous voulons respirer.

Parce que chaque province est un cœur. Et qu’aucun ne doit cesser de battre.

RDC,

Ton sol est plus précieux que tous les coffres du monde,

Mais ton peuple est pauvre…

Pas de cœur, mais de justice.

Pas de paix, mais du silence.

Pas de pain, mais des discours.

Pas d’amour, mais des calculs.

My life, sadly, discovers the trap,

The cage, the fences, the space,

Between me and you, my soul and yours,

Disconnected, left isolated, alone and sad; (…)

But the life of a revolutionary is short, and death is certain but unknown,

I may die tomorrow while blowing up that bridge, or today, in my sleep,

Death is certain, certainly expected but still not desired,

Revolution, firm and unnegotiable decision to die for my people, (…)

The book I don’t want to finish, yet want to read it all.

You know me more than many on Earth, I am all yours,

If I want to walk with you, no secrets or lies between us,

Selflessly, I lay my heart down for you to pick it up (…)

The joy to share my life and experience, ups and downs, good and sad,

Being heard, understood, and comforted,

Yes, Rest in peace, my soul, for you have found the only one (…)

One day, like all creature, my light will quench,

Like the dry palm tree in the yard of the old man,

I will fall, empty-handed, rigid and dry.

The pain is not the main question (…)

For it to be revolutionary, it must be significant, impactful, and memorable,

I assure you, I have made up my mind, to die as a revolutionary.

Taking all the means necessary for our liberation, (…)

Anything less would be corruption.

I am no traitor, I am no corrupted,

I want to burn, burn and die.

The system is already killing my people,

Killing me through them, day after day (…)

Les dirigeants parlent, des promesses en vain, 

Pendant que l’ennemi avance sur leur terrain.

Leurs mains sont liées par l’or étranger soudain,  

Le Congo se meurt, victime de ce dessein.  (…)

The fire of justice, the fire of change, the fire of revolution, the fire of progress—

It is not just a memory; it is a promise.

A promise that our hands shape every single day.

Look at our lands, our souls, our dreams:

They rise anew, proud and powerful, like ebony under the sun (…)

Le feu de justice, le feu du changement, le feu de la révolution, le feu du progrès qui devrait nous animer,

N'est pas qu'un souvenir, mais une promesse,

Une promesse que nos mains façonnent chaque jour.

Regarde nos terres, nos âmes, nos rêves :

Ils renaissent, fiers, puissants, comme l'ébène au soleil (…)

Hopeful, I see your people rise, rising to defy their evil,
Empowering each other, fighting towards their liberation.
Shameful, I reprimand myself for forgetting you,
Alkebulan’s fighters, citizens, soldiers, people, men and women (…)