The refugees
Беженцы
We are the strangers here, 
The refugees the women and men 
Without a home, 
Oh Notre dame [bad word] and ask of you 
Asylum, asylum 

We are the strangers here, 
The refugees the women and men 
Without a home, 
Oh Notre dame [bad word] and ask of you 
Asylum, asylum 

At Paris gates we stand, ten thousand in our band 
And one day soon we'll be, a million in this land 
We wonder what you'll do the day we ask of you 
Asylum, asylum. 

We are the strangers here, 
The refugees the women and men 
Without a home, 
Oh Notre dame [bad word] and ask of you 
Asylum, asylum 

We are the down-and-outs, here at the city gates. 
And all of Paris waits, to see what we're about. 
The world will change someday; 
We'll make it work someway 
The day [bad word] to stay with you. 

We are the strangers here, 
The refugees the women and men 
Without a home 
We are the strangers here, 
The refugees the women and men 
Without a home 
The refugees 
Without a home. 

We are the strangers here, 
The refugees the women and men 
Without a home, 
Oh Notre dame [bad word] and ask of you 
Asylum, asylum 

We are the strangers here, 
The refugees the women and men 
Without a home, 
Oh Notre dame [bad word] and ask of you 
Asylum, asylum, asylum, asylum