Danton [English translation]

Citizen, what's your name?

Danton.

Hey Danton!

The work of the French Revolution, citizen,

When all goes well, here :

In 1973,

When all goes well,

When the people become wise,

Will have built its landscape

And turned France into a garden,

The work of the French Revolution,

In the 73's,

Will overflow our religions.

Citizen, what is your name?

Danton, Sir.

Don't go delirious, citizens.

Revolutions breed empire. Here:

By purifying the nation too much,

You will put my revolution

In the hands of a soldier

Who will blow up with sword drawn

The ramparts of your illusions.

He will appropriate our victories

And will identify his name

To the point of being broken by your setbacks.

Citizen, what is your name?

Danton, Danton, Danton.

The poor need the Church.

That's kind of where they are human.

Burning their God is the foolishness

That the Romans have already committed.

They have always, in their misfortune,

The certainty of a saviour.

Let them believe in their vision.

Drive this Robespierre away from us,

Riddled with hatred and anger,

This madly ambitious impotent,

This madly ambitious impotent.

Citizen, what is your name?

I've already told you: Danton.

Don't give in to terror, citizens.

Let the innocent live, here:

Don't fuel dictators

Who tomorrow will drink your blood.

President, let me speak.

I want to save you too.

You are preparing a future

Where the dogs of the Convention,

In their turn, will be the martyrs

Of a counter-revolution.

Danton.

I have never been afraid of anything, citizens.

And I am not afraid of these dogs: here

Who persist in biting the hand

Who showed them the way.

They are afraid they bark from afar.

You are hiding, Maximilian.

As for you, rotten court,

You are murdering my Fatherland.

It is for the honour of a whole people

That Danton spit in your face.

Citizen, what is your name?

Danton, Danton, Danton.

I had no other ambition

Than the happiness of the Nation

And no other greed

Than peace and freedom.

Would Louis Capet have paid me

For having him guillotined,

And Mirabeau and Dumourier...

The real French Revolution,

In spite of the Committee's lunatics,

It's my French Revolution,

And I invented it myself.

Citizen, what is your name?

Danton! Are you deaf or what?

It's your father who is killed, citizens.

The truth is feared, here:

The incorruptible is corrupt.

It is from him that you must clear yourselves.

But history will judge him

And it is my name that will remain.

In the schools of tomorrow,

With the only word of Revolution:

The children will raise their hands:

"The Revolution is Danton!"

{Accused of lukewarmness by Robespierre,

He was guillotined in 1794}