Guerre à guerre, à vente vent [English translation]

After seven years of war, seven years on a ship of war

After seven years of war, seven years on a ship of war

I'm sailing back from Grande-Terre, returning to Lorient

I'm sailing back from Grande-Terre, war to war, the wind blows on

I spent entire nights standing the forecastle*

I spent entire nights standing the forecastle

Through the fair or foul wind, in the gales and breakers

Through the fair or foul wind, war to war, the wind blows on

Look upon my sack of misery, full of maladies, and pennyless

Look upon my sack of misery, full of maladies, and pennyless

Go say to the captain, I have obeyed too much, too often

Go say to the captain, war to war, the wind blows on

Hello my darling, dear to me, your lover is back again

Hello my darling, dear to me, your lover is back again

I am tired of so many wars, not watching my children grow

I am tired of so many wars, war to war, the wind blows on

I recieved a thousand letters from the singing nightingale

I recieved a thousand letters from the singing nightingale

I did not write you very often, I sent ribbons to you

I did not write you very often, war to war, the wind blows on

My friends, you'll see me more than once, you'll see me now more often

My friends, you'll see me more than once, you'll see me now more often

After so many years of war, I will have so much time

After so many years of war, war to war, the wind blows on

From Lorient to Grande-Terre, a tailwind, a headwind

From Lorient to Grande-Terre, a tailwind, a headwind

The winter flowers they are beautiful, they foretell the spring

The winter flowers they are beautiful, war to war, the wind blows on