The most Beautiful French Poems - Boris Vian - Le déserteur

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  • čas přidán 24. 12. 2021
  • - 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.

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