Renèe Chardier [English translation]

At the house of Renèe Chardier,

in the city of St-Jean-de-Luz,

at the foot of the Pyrenees,

a light is burning.

She has lit it once

and she keeps it alive

until one writes her and leaves a message

that I have gone to my last battle.

At the house of Renèe Chardier

I can always find comfort.

And if she sees that I deserve it

I have a place at her breast.

But she makes demands

on my courage and my consistency,

and on my faithfulness towards the ideals

I have when the light is lit.

Because she has battled herself,

she has fought herself.

She has lost her husband in a war.

She sends her sons from land to land,

where ever she sees a holy battle.

At the house of Renèe Chardier

I get wine on the First of May.

And in the evening she requests the songs

which live in my guitar.

At the house of Renèe Chardier

I get strength to resist.

Because Renèe Chardier is like life itself

where it flows forth in my blood.