Le Village traducción al Inglés

There was a quiet village
And in its streets children were playing
In the bistros the talkative old men
Remembered everything and told

There was peaceful chaos
People from all walks of life
Even if they sometimes lived... for better or for worse
They shared wine and songs

We sang for the sowing
We sang for the harvest
We celebrated the wedding
Love had its season
Was it just an illusion?

One day, men, in their pride,
Have confessed strange nostalgias
Each one has his own God, his own king, each one has his own word
Each to his own blood, his own rank, his own motherland

And the village was a battlefield
And madness led his armies
He was bled... his entrails were turned over
And in its streets the children fell

The sowing was forgotten
The harvest was forgotten
Forgotten the weddings
Hate had its season
Death is always right

In the village the houses are deserted
Stray dogs wait for the absent
They are elsewhere... where the grass is much less green
Or nowhere... are they even alive?
I turn off the television