Текст и перевод песни Michel Fugain - Le Sergent

Le Sergent

Le sergent s'en revient de guerre,
Les pieds gonfles, sifflant du nez,
Le sergent s'en revient de guerre
Entre les buissons étonnes

Bourre sa pipe en terre rouge,
Les pieds gonfles, sifflant du nez,
Bourre sa pipe en terre rouge
Puis soudain se met a pleurer

Il revoit tous ses copains morts,
Les pieds gonfles, sifflant du nez,
Il revoit tous ses copains morts
Qui sont pourris dans les guerets

Ils ne verront plus leurs villages,
Les pieds gonfles, sifflant du nez,
Ils ne verront plus leurs villages
Ni le calme bleu des fumées

Les fiancées, va, marche ou crève,
Les pieds gonfles, sifflant du nez,
Les fiancées, va, marche ou crève,
Les copains se les sont envoyées

Et le sergent verse une larme,
Les pieds gonfles, sifflant du nez,
Et le sergent verse une larme
Le long des buissons étonnes,
Le long des buissons étonnes

The Sergeant

The sergeant returns from war,
His feet swollen, whistling through his nose,
The sergeant returns from war,
Among the astonished bushes

He fills his pipe with red clay,
His feet swollen, whistling through his nose,
He fills his pipe with red clay,
Then suddenly starts to cry

He sees all his dead comrades,
His feet swollen, whistling through his nose,
He sees all his dead comrades
Who are rotting in the fields

They will never see their villages again,
His feet swollen, whistling through his nose,
They will never see their villages again,
Nor the calm blue of the smoke

The fiancées, go, march or die,
His feet swollen, whistling through his nose,
The fiancées, go, march or die,
The comrades have sent them to you

And the sergeant sheds a tear,
His feet swollen, whistling through his nose,
And the sergeant sheds a tear,
Along the astonished bushes,
Along the astonished bushes