Georges Brassens — La guerre de 14-18 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La guerre de 14-18" by Georges Brassens.
Lyrics
Depuis que l’homme crit l’Histoire
Depuis qu’il bataille cњur joie
Entre mille et une guerr' notoires
Si j’tais t’nu de faire un choix
A l’encontre du vieil Homre
Je dclarerais tout de suite:
«Moi, mon colon, cell' que j’prfre,
C’est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit! "
Est-ce dire que je mprise
Les nobles guerres de jadis
Que je m’soucie comm' d’un’cerise
De celle de soixante-dix?
Au contrair', je la rvre
Et lui donne un satisfecit
Mais, mon colon, celle que j’prfre
C’est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit
Je sais que les guerriers de Sparte
Plantaient pas leurs epes dans l’eau
Que les grognards de Bonaparte
Tiraient pas leur poudre aux moineaux
Leurs faits d’armes sont lgendaires
Au garde--vous, je les flicite
Mais, mon colon, celle que j’prfre
C’est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit
Bien sare, celle de l’an quarante
Ne m’as pas tout fait dyou
Elle fut longue et massacrante
Et je ne crache pas dessus
Mais mon sens, elle ne vaut gure
Gur' plus qu’un premier accessit
Moi, mon colon, celle que j' prfre
C’est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit
Mon but n’est pas de chercher noise
Au gurillas, non, fichtre, non
Guerres saintes, guerres sournoises
Qui n’osent pas dire leur nom,
Chacune a quelque chos' pour plaire
Chacune a son petit mrite
Mais, mon colon, celle que j’prfre
C’est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit
Du fond de son sac malices
Mars va sans doute, l’occasion,
En sortir une, un vrai dlice
Qui me fera grosse impression
En attendant je persvre
A dir' que ma guerr' favorite
Cell', mon colon, que j’voudrais faire
C’est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit.
Lyrics translation
Since Man critiques history
Since he fights with joy
Between a thousand and a notorious war
If I shut up and make a choice
Against the old Homer
I'd say right away:
"I, my colon, cell' que j'prfre,
This is the war of fourteen-eighteen! "
Is it to say that I mprise
The noble wars of old
That I care like a cherry
Seventy?
On the contrary, I see it
And gives him a satisfying
But, my colon, the one I prfre
It is the war of quatorz-eighteen
I know that the Warriors of Sparta
Did not plant their epes in the water
That the grunts of Bonaparte
Did not shoot their powder at Sparrows
Their exploits are legendary
At the guard -- you, I fling them
But, my colon, the one I prfre
It is the war of quatorz-eighteen
Well sare, that of the year forty
Did not do everything to me dyou
It was long and massacre
And I don't spit on it
But my sense, it is not worth gure
Gur ' more than a first accessit
Me, my colon, the one I prfre
It is the war of quatorz-eighteen
My goal is not to seek noise
At gurillas, no, fichtre, no
Holy wars, devious Wars
Who dare not say their name,
Each has something to please
Each has its own little mrite
But, my colon, the one I prfre
It is the war of quatorz-eighteen
From the bottom of his bag malices
March will no doubt, the opportunity,
Get one out, a real dlice
That will make a big impression on me
In the meantime I persvre
To say 'that my favorite war'
Cell', my colon, that I would like to do
This is the war of fourteen-eighteen.