paroles de chanson The Legionnaire’s Lament - The Decemberists
I′m
a
Legionnaire
Camel
in
disrepair
Hoping
for
a
frigid
air
To
come
passing
by
I
am
on
reprieve
Lacking
my
joie
de
vive
Missing
my
gay
Paree
In
this
desert
dry
And
I
wrote
my
girl
Told
her
I
would
not
return
Terribly
taken
a
turn
For
the
worse,
now
I
fear
It's
been
a
year
or
more
Since
they
shipped
me
to
this
foreign
shore
Fighting
in
a
foreign
war
So
far
away
from
my
home
If
only
summer
rain
would
fall
On
the
houses
and
the
boulevards
And
the
side
walk
bagatelles
It′s
like
a
dream
With
the
roar
of
cars
And
the
lulling
of
the
cafe
bars
The
sweetly
sleeping
sweeping
of
the
Seine
Lord,
I
don't
know
if
I'll
ever
be
back
again
Medicating
in
the
sun
Pinched
doses
of
laudanum
Longing
for
the
old
fecundity
Of
my
homeland
Curses
to
this
mirage
A
bottle
of
ancient
Chiraz
A
smattering
of
distant
applause
Is
ringing
in
my
poor
ears
On
the
old
left
bank
My
baby
in
a
charabanc
Riding
up
the
width
and
length
Of
the
Champs
Elysees
If
only
summer
rain
would
fall
On
the
houses
and
the
boulevard
And
the
side
walk
bagatelles
It′s
like
a
dream
With
the
roar
of
cars
And
the
lulling
of
the
cafe
bars
The
sweetly
sleeping
sweeping
of
the
Seine
Lord,
I
don′t
know
if
I'll
ever
be
back
again
If
only
summer
rain
would
fall
On
the
houses
and
the
boulevard
And
the
side
walk
bagatelles
It′s
like
a
dream
With
the
roar
of
cars
And
the
lulling
of
the
cafe
bars
The
sweetly
sleeping
sweeping
of
the
Seine
Lord,
I
don't
know
if
I′ll
ever
be
back
again
Be
back
again
Be
back
again
I'll
be
back
again
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