Le Déserteur

Boris Vian
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OriginalINGLESE / ENGLISH / ANGLAIS [2] - Peter Paul and Mary

Monsieur le Président,
Je vous fais une lettre
Que vous lirez, peut-être,
Si vous avez le temps.
Je viens de recevoir
Mes papiers militaires
Pour partir à la guerre
Avant mercredi soir.
Monsieur le Président,
Je ne veux pas la faire!
Je ne suis pas sur terre
Pour tuer des pauvres gens...
C'est pas pour vous fâcher,
Il faut que je vous dise:
Ma décision est prise,
Je m'en vais déserter.

Depuis que je suis né
J'ai vu mourir mon père,
J'ai vu partir mes frères
Et pleurer mes enfants;
Ma mère a tant souffert,
Elle est dedans sa tombe
Et se moque des bombes
Et se moque des vers.
Quand j'étais prisonnier
On m'a volé ma femme,
On m'a volé mon âme
Et tout mon cher passé...
Demain de bon matin
Je fermerai ma porte.
Au nez des années mortes
J'irai sur les chemins.

Je mendierai ma vie
Sur les routes de France,
De Bretagne en Provence
Et je dirai aux gens:
Refusez d'obéir!
Refusez de la faire!
N'allez pas à la guerre,
Refusez de partir.
S'il faut donner son sang,
Allez donner le vôtre!
Vous êtes bon apôtre,
Monsieur le Président...
Si vous me poursuivez,
Prévenez vos gendarmes
Que je n'aurai pas d'armes
Et qu'ils pourront tirer.

[Men whose names are great, I am writing you a letter
That you will read perhaps If you have the time
Men whose names are great, I don't want to do that
I am not on Earth To kill miserable Mankind...]

Sirs, you who are called "great,"
I am writing you a letter
That you will read, perhaps,
if you have the time.
I have just received
my military papers
To go to war
before Wednesday evening.
Sirs, you who are called "great,"
I don't want to do that.
I am not on earth
to kill poor people.
This is not meant to annoy you,
but I must tell you:
Wars are insane.
The world has enough of them.

Since I was born,
I have seen brothers die.
I have seen fathers leave,
and children cry.
Mothers have suffered too much
while others prosper
And live at their ease
in spite of mud and blood.
There are prisoners
whose souls have been stolen,
Whose wives have been stolen,
and all their loved ones gone.
Tomorrow, first thing in the morning,
I will close the door
On the past.
I will go on the road.

I will beg for my livelihood
on land and sea,
From the old to the new world,
and I will say to people:
Profit from life.
Alleviate misery.
All men are brothers.
People of all countries:
If it is necessary to spill blood,
go spill your own.
Sirs, you good apostles
sirs, you who are called "great":
If you pursue me,
inform your police
That I will be unarmed,
and they can shoot,
And they can shoot.

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