Lorenz

Lili

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 ?