Tell me we won’t forget our home,

Wherever we will go.

Maybe we will take the world by storm,

Or maybe the world will bring us down.

We will face the tremendous destiny of Europe,

America will slam us,

We are foreigners,

We mean nothing to them.

We will find our way, eventually,

We will rise like those before us did,

We will work twice as harder

Than those that will shut the doors for us,

Perhaps we will learn their language better than them,

They will laugh at our accent,

We will pity their empty lives.

We will strive and succeed,

We will overcome.

When they’ll make it rain above us,

We will open our umbrellas.

When they’ll try to chase us away,

We will say : ‘This world is a runaway,

In which I’ll walk until the end of it.’

When we’ll succeed,

They will learn to respect us.

And we will be like them,

We will walk the streets of New York

Or in the squares of Rome.

We will sink in our memories,

While sitting by the Seine.

We will try to integrate,

We will forget.

The duty of adapting demands forgetfulness.

It will scream to us: ‘Forget the misery that raised you,

Forget the torment of the distant land,

Forget what you were,

Enjoy what you’ve become.’

But I say to you: ‘Do not forget!’

Promise me you will remember

And you will tell our stories.

Promise me you will not become selfish

And won’t become like those that shut the door on our face.

You come where you come from for a reason,

So you can become what you will become.

Promise me you won’t forget,

Even if the past tortures you,

Or gives you nightmares,

Promise me that while sitting by the Seine,

You will think of our home.

Promise me you won’t bow your head down,

When they’ll remind you where you’re from,

Promise me you will not forget,

Promise you will not forget our home.