Cœur de Légionnaire [English translation]

The memory of death and hell

I carry it with me

It burns my lips because we were mortal

You too, you know it well

But these times of pain won't bring you nothing anymore

At the bottom of the night, I lit fire

For a friend, a love and my honor

But you that I loved so much even harder than my soul

I kept a tear for when I'll think of you

Anarchist, I have learned to remain silent

It's never very easy to do so

The desert where everything gets lost is calling these mirages

I do not shut my eyes, I shed no more tears

I as well, like you, kept my homeland

Today, I'm not even afraid of hell

I have an anarchist's head and the heart of a legionary

This is why I left and today I am dying at war