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Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé,
On va r'prendre les tranchées,
Notre place est si utile
Que sans nous on prend la pile.
Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez,
Personn' ne veut plus marcher,
Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot
On dit adieu aux civ'lots.
Même sans tambour, même sans trompette,
On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête.
Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour,
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
Nous sommes les sacrifiés
!Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance,
Pourtant on a l'espérance
Que ce soir viendra la r'lève
Que nous attendons sans trêve.
Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence,
On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance,
C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied,
Qui vient pour nous remplacer.
Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe
Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.



English translation :
Craonne Song
When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches,
Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians,
Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads.
Good-bye to life, good-bye to love,
Good-bye to all you women,
It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau
That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die.
We're the ones that they're sacrificing
A week in the trenches, a week of suffering,
And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come
That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night
We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer
Who's coming to take over from us.
Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves
Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying.
Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers
Are going to go on strike.
It'll be your turn, fat cats,
To go up onto the plateau.
And if you want war,
Then pay for it with your own skins.
On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch
All the fat cats whooping it up
For them life is good
But for us it's not the same
Instead of hiding, all these shirkers
Would do better by going up to the trenches
To defend what they have, because we have nothing
All of us poor wretches
All our comrades are buried there
Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here

VERSE 1Tengo en mi mente un corrido y se los vengo a cantar,
ha muchos ha sucedido
no se los voy a negarY aunque me llamen bandido no me he de avergonzar.La vida que yo me he dadoentre lujos y placeres, cualquier anhela tenerla pues me sobran las mujeres Tengo en todas mis caletas un santo que las proteje.CHORUS 1Por eso muchos me llaman jefe, porque me deben respeto guardar Aunque se que por bandido
un día me van a matar.VERSE 2El amuleto que cargo
es de pocas baterías, cuando se acaben
me llegan toditos los policías o si no me tira al agualos que en mi mesa comían.Esta vida que escogido l
a disfruto por momentos
hoy puedo estar muy tranquilo y mañana estar muerto Disfruto cada momento,
con los malos y los buenosCHORUS 2Tengo muy claro cuál va a ser mi fin por eso gozo y disfruto a diario Siempre me hizo feliz
la máscara del diablo

VERSE 1Es un señoron
bueno para el tiro, respeto a montón siempre le han tenidoJefes colombianos y de la región
y hasta americanos,se sirven de el hoyCHORUSCuando en el pueblo se escuchan 3 tiros sonar, es porque está celebrando
que le acaba de atinar
a otro de sus mandados.VERSE 2En su cinturón lleva su pistola
y su cargador
va lleno de sobraInfringir la ley siempre le da igual no le asusta ya ningun federalCHORUS 2Cuando en el pueblo se escuchan 3 tiros quemar ya sabe toda mi gente
que acaba de concretar
algo el famoso pariente

Lost on the highwaySomebody waved to me« i’m Mia i’m lost again yeah »

Come onDrink up all the tea girlI wait with you‘til you warm up your feet
I wait

Gone on the highwaySo far away from homeOh miaShe fell asleep yeah

Please don’t
Worry about the weatherYou’re safe and warmUnder lullabies lightnings

I know
Somewhere in the rainSomebody waits for youBut Mia it’s understoodIs gone
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Fallin' here like a slaughtered deer it takes a long time to ride
Before i left all my guns and my girl behind
I was wandering around in fear?
All this rain looks like it's always fallAll my friends fallin' like shooting starsAll my friends in the dead of the night
Wooo Ooo ooo refrain
All this rain it's like it's always always fall
All my friends falling like shooting stars
All my friends in the dead of... the dead of the nightWooo ooo ooo : refrain