La Rose Et La Hache

There are very few women

Who sing of this yoke's golden sting

And tie my heart to the string of weeping

There are very few men

Who cry for wine of blood and rye

And cut out my heart

For the wild love of weeping

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy

I know it's been hell not to touch

Oh, sister, mine, mine, mine, easy

I never wanted you that much

Oh, sister mine, oh

How natural it all seemed then

And how remote and impossible now

Oh, sister mine, oh

How beautiful it all seemed then

And how sick and detestable now

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy

I know it's been hell not to touch

Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy

I never wanted you so much



There are very few women

Who sing of this yoke's golden sting

And tie my heart to the string of weeping

There are very few men

Who cry for wine of blood and rye

And cut out my heart

For the wild love of weeping

There are very few seas left to sail

For someone like me who by theft and jail

Was made to bleed and left so frail

There are very few seas left to sail

For the likes of me who though apt to sail

Were made to conceal and had to fail

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy

I know it's been hell not to touch

Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy

I never wanted you that much

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy

I know it's been hell not to touch

Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy

I never wanted you so much



Et puis on est la

Parmi les vautours

Qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes

Qui ne cessent de verser le sang des autres

Mais l'homme, il faut bien l'aimer

Surtout dans la beaute

De la revolte - il faut l'aimer

Meme quand il t'accuse

Meme quand il se refuse

Quand il s'invente des faux amis

Des vrais ennemis

Ou comme nous - des pays caches

L'amour d'ou qu'il vienne

C'est toujours l'amour