Mr. President, I am writing you a letter
That you might read
If you have time.
I have just received
My military papers
To leave for war
Before Wednesday night
Mr. President
I don't want to do it
I was not put on Earth
To kill innocent people
I don't mean to annoy you
I just have to say
That I have made my decision
I am going to desert
Since my birth
I have seen the death of my father
I have seen my brothers pass away
And my children cry
My mother has suffered so much
That she too is in a tomb
Mocking the bombs
Mocking the worms
When I was made a prisoner
They took away my wife
They took away my soul
And everything important from my past
Early tomorrow morning
I will close my door
On these violent years
I will go into the streets
I will beg
On the roads of France
From Bretagne to Provence
And I will tell people
Do not obey
Do not do it
Don't go to war
Refuse to leave
If you have to give your blood
Go and give it
You're a real apostle
Mr. President
If you follow me
Warn your soldiers
That I will have no weapons
But they should take theirs