Before I left to the battle
a pretty girl
came into my night .
She had an easy name : Lili .
Fairy butterfly haloed in spring.
Image or mirage ?
I\'m writing this letter
in form of unfinished dream .
Or perhaps the war came to quickly...
Stripping me of this brownish armour,
I invented an azure that makes lovers
believe in immorality...
Just amour for a soldier\'s ride .
A midnight girl came into my life,
homeless insomnia ,wandering
in the fevers of spirit .
Unfortunate mercenary
prisoner of the clarion call ...
In the morning a large ocean bird
was waiting for me ,
loaded with submissive ants .
My jolly lili had fallen asleep
in the arms of my oblivion ...
There\'d so many other nights
I look for her face in a southern star.
Listening to jackals and freezing cold .
I\'m not a lion Mr president !
Should I write to you,
that I don\'t want to die
and kill poor people ?
But in your deep wisdom,
you decided that I would be
a vigilante in the name of motherland !
Maybe,one day,i\'ll come back ,
walking along the quays ,
I\'d find that girl with the easy name.
Which is only a make-up ...
I\'d invite her for a drink ,
to celebrate my blood-red stripe ,
sewn onto the immaculate jacket ...
I\'ll tell her about the casbah of Algier .
From the China border where the legion,
fell singing ...
But I wouldn\'t tell her about
the brothels and ear necklaces...
She won\'t know ,I looked away ,
hidin\' to cry ...
That\'s so you become a man, son !
It might not to be little blondie ,
who knows a brunette
or a solar redhead ?
A mad mermaid who will take me
on a lunar battle song .
These jackals are still chasing me
through the mists of my folly ...
The girl\'s name was Lili .
But wasn\'t it a chafer that died in autumn ?