Daniel Balavoine — Petit homme mort au combat song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Petit homme mort au combat" by Daniel Balavoine.
Lyrics
Petit homme Mort Au combat
(D. Balavoine)
Etendu, noy de poussire,
Un enfant fixe le nant,
Le front humide entour d’un turban,
Il dit que Dieu est grand -and
Dans son dos, mouill de sueur,
On peut voir qu’il n’a pas eu le temps
De comprendre d’o venait la douleur
Qui brise ses tympans
Petit homme mort au combat,
Qui a pu guider ses pas?
Ivre de prires
Rythmes par le glas
Petit homme mort au combat,
Quel Dieu a pu vouloir ca?
Qui peut etre fier
De tant de dgts
Et en moi, l’tau se ressre,
Quand je vois dfiler ces enfants
Aveugls par des hommes aux voeux pervers,
Aux hymnes d-lirants
Au del de toute frontire,
Il faut dire tout esprit naissant
Qu’aucune cause ne vaudra jamais
La mort d’un innocent -ent
Petit homme mort au combat,
Quel Dieu a pu vouloir ca?
Qui peut etre fier
De tant de dgts
Devant ces feux -eux
De Haine,
De Terre,
De Sang -ang -ang,
J’espre un peu
Quand meme,
Oh! Que l’Homme comprenne
Que l’enfant ne sait pas quoi il consent!
Petit homme mort au combat,
Qui a pu guider tes pas?
Ivre de prires
Rythmes par le glas
Oh,
Petit homme mort au combat,
Quel Dieu a pu vouloir ca?
Qui peut etre fier
De tant de dgts!
Lyrics translation
Little man dead in battle
(D. Balavoine)
Extended, noy of dust,
A child fixes the nant,
Wet forehead around a turban,
He says that God is great-and
In her back, wet with sweat,
It can be seen that he did not have time
To understand where the pain came from
Who breaks his eardrums
Little man dead in battle,
Who could have guided his steps?
Drunk with prayers
Rhythms by the glas
Little man dead in battle,
What God could have wanted that?
Who can be proud
From so many dgts
And in me, the tau shrinks,
When I see these children
Blind by men with perverse wishes,
D-lirant hymns
Beyond any border,
It is necessary to say any nascent spirit
That no cause will ever be worth
The death of an innocent-ent
Little man dead in battle,
What God could have wanted that?
Who can be proud
From so many dgts
In front of these fires-them
hatred,
land,
Of Sang-ang-ang,
I hope a little
When,
Oh! Let Man understand
That the child does not know what he consents to!
Little man dead in battle,
Who could have guided your steps?
Drunk with prayers
Rhythms by the glas
Oh,
Little man dead in battle,
What God could have wanted that?
Who can be proud
From so many dgts!