Champ d’honneur traducción al Inglés

There are days when it's too much, the cup is full
Bad news, chain disasters
Where we would like to disappear, to put an end
To this life of labor and pain
With no more remorse than an old dead horse
But whether or not you fall on the field of honor
No more losers than victors
Everything bounces back to the sender
Stations of the Cross with flowers

There are guaranteed sleepless nights
Where we turn, go back to bed
No solution or way out is in sight.
And within the body, a strange inertia
No more spring than an old herring
Whether or not you fall on the field of honor

That we forget you quickly, that we cry for you
There is no price for pain
No more losers than victors

Before we shut down the whole hunt
Empty your bag, like that, in bulk
Whether or not you fall on the field of honor
No more losers than victors

Pierre, Paul or Jacques
The crisis, the crack
Damn mess
Nothing in the bins
Massive attack
The fire lake
Young hack