Le déserteur
Boris VianINGLESE / ENGLISH / ANGLAIS [8] - Andy Chango | |
THE DESERTER Spoken: Men whose names are great, I'm writing you this letter That you will read, perhaps, If you have the time. This morning through my door there fell the orders telling me Where I must go, where I must be to serve you in your war. Dear sirs who rule the earth this war of yours is not for me For the deaths of other men can't be the purpose of my birth. I bear you no ill will but you should know that men like me Think war is just stupidity and man has had his fill. The days of all our lives have just seen husbands dying And little children crying, and the misery of wives. And mothers in their tears, while others just grow fat on war And do not grieve a moment for those wasted wasting years. And prisoners of war who prison robs of heart and mind Of youth, of joy and all that's kind and all that's gone before. Tomorrow I will go, I'll turn my back upon the past And try to find some peace at last but where I do not know. I'll beg my way around and tell all people that I find Until I've told all human kind that life is ours to live. And if you have lust for blood then let the blood be yours For yours are all the bloody wars, dear sirs who rule the earth. If you send your police to hunt and catch me as I go Tell them I am unarmed and so they can shoot me in peace. Unarmed I'm safe to kill. | THE DESERTER Dear Mr. President I'm writing you a letter I hope that you can read it if you spared the time 'Cause I have just received a call to active duty to leave my home and fight your war this Wednesday night at 9 Mr. President I don't think I should go I don't think I was put on Earth to kill no poor people Don't mean to get you mad at all I'm informing all of you that my decision's final I plan to go AWOL Since I've been alive I've seen my father die brothers and sisters going too many children cry My mama has suffered so that from beyond the grave I know she's cursing ... everything believe And all the things you throw And when I was inside somebody stole my wife they took away my soul and what have been my life So tomorrow, break of day, I'll barricade the doorway on all those long dead years and find my own damned way I'll ... my life away along the lonesome highway from Maine to California and this is what I'll say Refuse to obey to do just what they say refuse to fight their war for them refuse to march away If there's gonna be bloodshed why shouldn't some be yours with all that you have done and said yes, you, Mr. President Go get me if you will alert the Texas rangers I'll be unarmed and dangerous and they shoud shoot to kill. |