I looked for you, I was aiming for the moon
You met me, heart in the mist
When love deserted my island
I wrote between the hammer and the anvil
I wasn't born into fortune
My only wealth is my family, my customs
I make gold with my records and my pen
And you'll be eternal in my posthumous plans
Eyes won't be unanimous
Yet closing my eyes is easy
I pretended, I faced the wind
But in the mirror I only see a child
Is it better to be anonymous
I don't know anymore who loves me or who wrecks me
What'll be left with time?
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, I see only you
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, my moon and you light me up
My past is nothing but a field of ruins
I walk between shells and mines
Far from my Algeria, in exile
I dreamed her people triumphed, Amine
The ending's never like in the movies
In every script you'd be my heroine
I picked the rose despite the thorn
In the middle of the living room, my son draws me
No, without you my life would have no rhyme
I wouldn't have all the hope that drives me
I'd have less soul and fewer feelings
I'd never have met my child's father
Too many wounds in the abyss
If they censor me, I turn mime
Lots of love in the blood
Cut the sound, I love you, Naïm
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, I see only you
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, my moon and you light me up
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, I see only you
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, my moon and you light me up
Each their own moon, each their own destiny
Each of us has at least somebody
Who lights up their asphalt
Heal my aches, give me your hand
Like Indochine, when nothing's certain
I ask the moon, my moon
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, I see only you
I'm not making these words up for you
You're my moon, my moon and you light me up
Each their own moon, each their own destiny
Each of us has at least somebody
Who lights up their asphalt
Heal my aches, give me your hand
Like Indochine, when nothing's certain
I ask the moon, my moon