carnalitea:

If they take my hand,
will it be to burn me or to say ‘amen’? 
We beckon so we can make amends, 
and with the same flip of the hand we curse our friends. 

Where it’s all a blur, you are the hard line. 
In the disorder, you are the peace sign. 

J’ai tant voulu savoir, 
si mes peurs l’ont tout fait pour m’égarer. 
Mais quand la vérité se cache,
je te suivrai où que tu veux y aller. 

(I really wanted to know, 
if my fears did it all to lead me astray. 
But when the truth hides itself, 
I’ll follow you wherever you want to go.) 

Quand la guerre éclate, tu es le silence.
Et dans ce désordre, you are the peace sign.

(And when the riots stir, you are the sound mind. 
And in the disorder, you are the peace sign.)

I can’t tell if they’re laughing at me or with me. 
All these hints and subtleties,
got me on my knees, begging for serenity. 

And when it’s all a blur, you are the hard line. 
In the disorder, you are the peace sign. 
And when riots stir, tu es le silence. 
And in the disorder, you are the peace sign. 
Quand la guerre éclate, you are the sound mind. 
Et dans ce désordre, you are the peace sign. 
And in the disorder, you are the peace sign. 
In the disorder, you are the peace sign.