The most Beautiful French Poems - Boris Vian - Le déserteur
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- - L'écrivain et musicien Boris Vian était un critique virulent des guerres coloniales françaises des années 1950. En raison des vives critiques exprimées dans Le Déserteur, les stations de radio françaises n'étaient pas autorisées à la diffuser.
"Le Déserteur" est une célèbre chanson anti-guerre écrite par le poète et musicien français Boris Vian. Elle a été interprétée pour la première fois le jour de la défaite décisive des Français dans la première guerre d'Indochine, le 7 mai 1954. ( Wikipedia)
- Writer and musician Boris Vian was a heavy critic of the French colonial wars of the 1950s. Due to the heavy criticism expressed in Le Déserteur, French radio stations were not allowed to play it.
"Le Déserteur" (The Deserter) is a famous anti-war song written by the French poet and musician Boris Vian. It was first performed on the day of the decisive French defeat in the First Indochina War on May 7, 1954. (wikipedia)
Borias Vian (1920-1959
Photgraphie : Pixabay
musique : freesound
Traduction anglaise :
The Deserter by Boris Vian
Mr. President, I write you a letter
That you may read
If you have the time
I have just received
My military papers
To go to war
Before Wednesday night
Mister President
I don't want to do it
I am not on earth
To kill poor people
It's not to make you angry
I have to tell you
My mind is made up
I'm going to desert
Since I was born
I saw my father die
I saw my brothers leave
And cried for my children
My mother has suffered so much
That she's in her grave And laughs at the bombs
And laughs at the worms
When I was a prisoner
They stole my wife
They stole my soul
And all my dear past
Tomorrow early in the morning
I will close my door
To the nose of the dead years
I will go on the roads
I will beg for my life
On the roads of France
From Brittany to Provence
And I will tell people
Refuse to obey
Refuse to do it
Don't go to war
Refuse to go
If you have to give blood
Go and give yours
You are a good apostle
Mister President
If you pursue me
Tell your gendarmes
That I will have no weapons
And that they can shoot.
Merci