Mon Mercenaire

Derniere Volonte

Maculé de sable, brulé de soleil
Mon mercenaire!
Ses souvenirs de guerre viennent lancer des vers
De l'allégresse...

C'est ce soir de conquete, le mensonge sur ses levres
Qu'il trahissait
Maculé de sable, brulé de soleil
Mon mercenaire!

Sans famille, sans patrie, sans illusion ni reves
Juste nos prieres
Repartir sans rien dire, sans meme un dernier vers
Vers la lumiere

Maculé de sable, brulé de soleil
Mon mercenaire! (x4)

My Mercenary

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Stained with sand, burnt with sun
My mercenary!
His memories of war come to throw verses
Of joy...

This evening of conquest, the lie on his lips
That he betrayed
Stained with sand, burnt with sun
My mercenary!

Without family, without homeland, without illusion nor dream
Only our prayers
Leaving silently, without even a last verse
Towards the light

Stained with sand, burnt with sun
My mercenary! (X4)