Crimes [English translation]

Never

Will the clouds fade away

O’er the sky of your life

Never a night without ghosts1

Lit by the bloody knife

Without red on the knife1

Never

Will the ghosts give way

Over your home, I swear

In this world or elsewhere!

Never their look1

Pity killers, or misfortune,

In this world or elsewhere,

You will have neither rest nor happiness,

From the shame you’ll know the horror!

There, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody2

For me, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody

For us, in the depths of our heart,

We stifle it every time it comes back

Shame on us for being called human,

Called human,

When so often we are worse than beasts

Neither God,1

Nor man gives the right

Nor will you give thanks

For being worse than a beast

Oppressors of enslaved people2

Pity,

Arms dealers, soul stealers

Killer in the name of laws,

Arms dealers2

Or so-called ideals!

Stealers of souls2

Let heaven curse you all

Hangmen and criminals

Killing by law or by so-called ideal

You shame will be eternal!

There, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody2

For me, in the depths of my heart, sings a melody

Inside of me, at the bottom of my heart1

Sings a sad melody

For us, at the bottom of the heart

We stifle it each time it comes back

The shame of being called humans

When man is worse than beast

1. a. b. c. d. e. French2. a. b. c. d. e. Breton