À mourir pour mourir [English translation]

If I must die

I’d rather die at my tender age

If I must depart

It'd better be quick

It'd better be quick

I’d rather go

When I am beautiful

So that no one ever sees me

Withered beneath my lacy lingerie

Withered beneath my lacy lingerie

And don’t tell me

That It’s too early to die

You and your brighter dawns

Can go to heck

I’ve seen the gold and the rain

Spreading over the autumn forests

The slumbering gardens

The beating wave

The beating wave

And I know, on my neck

The lying naked hand

And on my knees, I knew

The beauty of a rose

The beauty of a rose

That’s great if there are some

Who, with their eyes full of light,

Preferred the battles

For going to heck

In God’s garden

It does not matter anymore

If we lie there in love

Or if fallen in the service of France

Or if fallen in the service of France

There are different fights

Other than the hails of bullets

The only places we get hurt in are not

Your battlefields

Your battlefields

And don’t count on me

If I must take a weight off my brothers’ minds

And, for my brothers, that won’t be a problem

I did what I could

If it’s little, if it’s nothing

Let them decide by themselves

I hope nothing more

but I go peacefully

but I go peacefully

On a long black sailing ship

With Death for a crew

tomorrow I shall depart

I'm leaving your shores

I'm leaving your shores

If I must die

I don’t want to wait for death

and if I must depart

I’d rather leave at my tender age