Marlène [English translation]

Oh Marlène

The hearts are bleeding

And hanging atop

Your stocking

Oh Marlene

Through your veins

Is running

Soldiers' love

And when they die or fall asleep

It's the warmth of your voice

That calms them down, and drags them

Off the fights

Oh Marlene, hatred

Brought us here

But Marlene, through your veins

Was running soldiers' love

When they're dying

Or falling asleep

Into the hollow of your arms

They're sinking

And burning

Like a butt (of cigarette)

Between your fingers

Here and always

So they can know you

Cross amongst crosses

Marlene always loved