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, (…)

Your stories, your truth, your fear, and your laughter,

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

I want to walk with you, stay with you, die with you,

Traveling through life alongside you, as your best friend and partner,

Rest in peace, our souls, you will never be separated again

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.  (…)

Ô Rwanda, tes doigts d'acier étranglent l'innocent,  

Le M23 n'est qu'un masque sur ton rire silencieux.  

L'Histoire jugera tes cartes, ton or provocant,  

Et le Congo, un jour, brisera ce cycle de vent.

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 (…)

How does it feel to be a white person,
Who doesn’t know they are a white person,
Who have denied Alkebulan and its people…

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…

Yeah, you’ve got that determination,
Bold enough, but lack precision,
You’ve got a lot more to see,
Just widen your perspective.

O countrymen, my fellows,
Clearing their eyes to see better,
All in All, the interconnection,
The true complexity…

Now You Got Up, O Powerful Human,
Long is the way to victory but You never will be alone,
We are all in this fight, and with only “I and I” in mind we shall win,
O My people, How We long to see that day…

Je peux y croire, voir des photons dans ce noir,
Espérer combler le vide, vide de vie.
Le goût me revient enfin, ma vue s’éclaircit,
Je veux croire à nouveau à cet idéal perdu
Oui, tout n’est peut-être pas perdu, espérons…