Daniel Nouqueret - 1914-1918: la jeunesse volée Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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1914-1918: stollen youth

The war made me old
It stole my youth,
In the name of all these gods
Ignoring wisdom.
 

Farewell, my dear countryside
Farewell, paths of my mountains,
Raising my eyes to the clouds
I go to write more pages,
I leave here my hard work
Meadows, snowcaps, waterfalls and flowers,
It was the garden of a thousand scents
Those were the years of sweet happiness.
 

The war made me old
It stole my youth,
In the name of all these gods
Ignoring wisdom.
 

Long gone are my carefree days
The guns are back in the dance,
Today I leave childhood behind
In search of hope,
My flag is over there
At the end of the long Chemin des Dames,
There I laid down my soul
But I have kept the woof of my country.
 

The war made me old
It stole my youth,
In the name of all these gods
Ignoring wisdom.
 

One day at last I'll be back
And in the village square,
Parents and Friends, you will wait
This proud soldier on his journey,
You who return to my land
In gold letters freezing my age,
My name inlaid in the mausoleum
Delivers history as you pass.
 

The war made me old
It stole my youth,
In the name of all these gods
Ignoring wisdom.
 

Sweeping away tears and torments
The violent wind will chase away fears,
Bringing the laughter of children
Messengers of peace and gentleness,
The battle rages no more
Leave your homes without ambiguity,
Rediscover a little humanity
Shout and sing the freedom.
 

The war made me old
It stole my youth,
In the name of all these gods
Ignoring wisdom.
 




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