19Happy birthday to one of France's favorite singers
Lyrics of “The Soldier”
At the time when night passes in the middle of the trenches,
My dearest Augustine, I am writing to you without delay,
The cold stings and freezes me and I'm afraid of falling.
I think only of you,
But I am a soldier.
But above all, don't worry,
I'll be there soon.
And you will be proud of me.
At a time when war is chasing away boys by the thousands,
So far from home and the flower in the cannon.
These others who are killed are the same as me.
But I don't cry,
Because I am a soldier
But above all, don't worry,
I will be there soon
And you will be proud of me.
At the hour when death passes in the river at my feet,
Mud coming off shoes and rats.
I see your clear eyes again, I try to imagine
Winter with you,
But I am a soldier,
I can't feel my arms anymore,
Everything revolves around me,
My God, get me out of here.
My dearest Augustine, I would like to confide to you
Our most beautiful memories and our dream children.
I think I can say that we loved each other.
I love you one last time.
I'm just a soldier.
No I won't come back.
I was just a soldier.
Take care of yourself.
