I committed myself under the most beautiful of skies In Nice, the Navy with a victorious name Lost among 900 anonymous drivers I am a carter of the nine cartage of N?mes Love says Stay here But over there the shells Ardently and relentlessly espouse goals I'm waiting for the spring to command it to go away Towards the glorious north, the intrepid bleusaille The 3 seated servants nod their foreheads Where shine their clear eyes like my spurs A nice afternoon on duty in the stable I hear the artillery trumpets sound I admire the cheerfulness of this detachment Who will join our beautiful regiment at the front The territorial eats a salad Anchovies talking about his sick wife 4 pointers fixed the level bubbles Which moved like the eyes of horses The good singer Girault sings to us after 9 o'clock A great opera aria you listening to it you cry I stroke the little gray cannon with my hand Gray as the water of the Seine and I dream of Paris But this pale wounded man told me in the canteen Shells in the night Argentinian splendor I slowly chew my portion of beef I walk alone at night from 5 to 9 I saddle my horse we roam the countryside I greet you in the distance, beautiful rose, O Magne tower |