[Verse 1 – Rap] We sit in silence, arms crossed tight Talking tactics, judging lives Who belongs, who doesn’t fit Too many accents on the pitch They say République, they say control But nothing here feels pure or whole From the banlieue to the Stade de France We analyze, we never dance [Verse 2 – Rap] We complain in cafés, headlines scream Immigration kills the dream New faces, new names, new skin Is this still ours? we say within No songs, no chants, just cold debate Waiting for the team to fail again Football starts, we stay apart Brains full, empty heart [Chorus – Melodic, French hook] Mais quand le football gagne ce soir Bleu, blanc, rouge, we all align Victoire sings louder than our doubt This team, this game, this crowd On critique, then we believe Finalement… c’est notre équipe [Verse 3 – Rap] First goal hits, something cracks Eyes light up, no turning back Talent speaks, the crowd awakes Truth is simple when we shake Passes clean, the rhythm flows Maybe we don’t know what we know Numbers on shirts, blood on grass Suddenly the questions pass [Verse 4 – Rap] We say “brother”, we say “frère” Funny how fast we get there The same faces we doubted before Now we defend them even more From silence to a rising sound Paris wakes, the streets surround Same mouths, different tone Same flag, now fully shown [Chorus – Melodic, French hook] Mais quand le football gagne ce soir Bleu, blanc, rouge, we all align Victoire sings louder than our doubt This team, this game, this crowd On critique, then we believe Finalement… c’est notre équipe [Bridge – Half-rap / half-sung] Merci la rue, merci l’État Merci les choix we used to hate Merci les fils de l’immigration Pour cette foutue célébration We were wrong, but who cares now We’re singing loud, we’re singing proud [Final Chorus – Big, almost absurd] Quand le football gagne encore La France est belle, la France est forte Liberté sounds so right tonight We love it all, we were blind From doubt to love in ninety minutes That’s us… and we admit it