Déserteur [English translation]

Mister President

I'm writing you a spletter

That you may surely read

If you have some balls

I just received now

A phone call from my parents

To warn me that the cops

Came by at their home

I can't even imagine

What my father has told them

For him , the cops and the parsons

And also the militiamen

He really got them in his blacklist

Probably even more than me

On any occasion he can crack some

This old anarchist doesn't hesitate

This old anarchist doesn't hesitate

So it seems you're looking for me

That France needs me

Too bad , I'm in Ardèche

There's a good weather. Don't believe me ?

I'm there with some mates

Funny ecologists

We have an old cute home

We're repairing it tranquilly

We're growing goats

We're making jewelries

We can't say it is exhausting

Hard work ain't for us

We have plantations

Not so much , merely three hectares

Of a plant that makes you less dumb

No it is not Ricard

No it is not Ricard

Mister President

I am a deserter

From your army of assholes

From your herd of wankers

They won't catch me

They won't touch my hairs

I won't salute the flag

I will not walk like those oxen

I won't go in Germany

To be a clown for twelve months

In a squalid barrack

With even more stupid clowns .

I don't like to execute the orders

I don't like to wake up early

I don't like to strangle the flag pole

More often than needed

More often than needed

And what displease me the most ?

That is war itself

And who are the ones who make it ?

Well it's the military men

They suck , they are ugly

And they are also nasty

Now I will tell you why

I don't ever want to be like them

When the Russians and the Yankees

Will blow up the planet

I will look smart

With my bicycle

My too-short pair of trousers

My long-rifle , my cap

My ration of Jerusalem artichokes

And my Maginot line

And my Maginot line

So don't harass me

Nor all my mates

I will never be a soldier

I don't like the sound of boots

You will just have to relax

And to build tranquilly alone

Your nuclear power plants

And your disgusting submarines

And don't you believe

Mister President

That I'm manipulated

By the reds or the whites

I am only an activist

Of the party of the birds

The whales and the children

Of the Earth and the waters

Of the Earth and the waters

Mister President

To finish this spletter

I would simply tell you

That on this evening we'll cook pastas

In the farm it's peaceful

If you want then come by to eat with us

We will smoke a joint

So we could talk

We will smoke a joint

So we could talk