Blood from the lost colour the street red.
Tears from love overflow the gutter.
disbelieve from souls fills the mouth.
Fear from the people inhabits the street.
What was feared came marching down the street.
What was warned came without a warning.
What was loved was taken.
Let us unite, let us win.
A terrible fate has come upon the people of France, upon the people of Nice. We give our condolences to the family and friends of the wonderful people that were lost.