Since you've called upon us, we're listening to your voice:
From the most obvious culprit to the most hidden turncoat,
One by one, name after name, deliver them to us.
Who exchanged for pieces of paper your whole dignity?
Where's your gold, your sapphire? Your entire identity?
Who sold for a few coins your diamond and rosewood?
Of your youngest daughters who compromised childhood?
The destiny of your uranium and nickel we'd like to hear,
And who did make all the job opportunities disappear?
Your children have grown up, and they have never forgotten
Under their feet ... The softness of the rain of December,
In their hearts, the infinite expanse of your blue sky,
Through the window, your sunshine during a school day.
Shoulder to shoulder we'll stand up until you feel good
Until the end of the fight even if it has to be our tomb:
Splendid Island, we bleed with you, seeing you bleeding!
With your destiny in our hands, we are afraid of nothing!
May the Zanahary guide the young hearts of your children
Who are marching to death to return dignity to your name.
Let the thieves know that you're not fighting alone anymore,
That Madagascar has children, and they're millions and more.