Go on, roll, drum roll
For those who die each day,
For those who cry in the outskirts,
For Hiroshima, Pearl Harbour,
Go on, roll, roll. The drums rolled
for Napoleon,
To the sound of fifes and bugles.
They rolled for so many wards
And they roll in the entire world.
They roll, they roll day and night.
When will they roll for love?
Go on, roll, drum roll...
I saw, I saw so much misery
And so much suffering around me
Which I don't remember a bit
If the pain was for me.
I often saw my mother tremble.
I believe so that it was for me.
I almost saw my father tremble.
He never told me why...
Go on, roll, drum roll
For those who die each day,
For those who cry in the outskirts,
For Hiroshima, Pearl Harbour,
Go on, roll, roll. The drums rolled
for Napoleon,
To the sound of fifes and bugles.
They rolled for so many wards
And they roll in the entire world.
They roll, they roll day and night.
When will they roll for love?
Go on, roll, drum roll...
Hear the trumpets strike.
They speak of Jéricho.
They echo in my head
For sobbing in an echo.
I want them so to sing
For the boy who will love me,
For my friends who are in the storm
And for those who deserve it...
Go on, roll, drum roll
For those who die each day,
For those who cry in the outskirts,
For Hiroshima, my love...
Go on, roll, drum roll
You play along to the songs
to the rhythm of the accordions.
For the hour and for the end of wars,
Roll in the entire world
And me, I'll play the drums,
And me, I'll sing of love,
And me, I'll sing of love,
And me, I'll sing of love...