Le Chemin Des Dames [English translation]

Boy, I've got to go

I'm told to take up arms

For I don't know which fight

Conscript the police says

I entrust you the brood

Your mother who's already crying

Take well care of the livestock

Of the girl who charms you

The war was sung

The bugle was rung

The homeland, Fatherland

And the cannon fodder

Son, my strap

Smells like death and lead

Dying for a frontier

For both sides it is dumb

I don't see myself comfortable

Killing a Teuton

Screaming La Marseillaise

Watering the fields

The war was sung

The bugle was rung

The homeland, Fatherland

And the cannon fodder

Boy, I hear the bullets

I shoot closing my eyes

The general's orders

Are more than dubious

Don't want the chemin des dames

So, I kiss you goodbye

I would've passed by the arms

Of some courageous French

The war was sung

The bugle was rung

The homeland, Fatherland

And the cannon fodder