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We're off to battle
With our scarecrow faces
All crammed together like cattle
In gray trucks
In gray trucks
Sure it wasn't Versailles
The rotten walls of Montmirail
Without a camp bed, without a bed of straw
Just a gun on our chests
Just a gun on our chests
Behind the heavy steel of the gate
We hid in this fold
Lit by a skylight
Praying to God for better or for worse
Praying to God for better or for worse
We all left the inner circle
September 1st, it's a detail
Tangled up in our gear
We're off to battle
We're off to battle
This hill was a rock garden
And the tall forests
We fought like scum
In the rain and in the shrapnel
In the rain and in the shrapnel
At dawn in the chaos
We held the enemy in a pincer movement
And then came the retaliation
Sweat flowing under our sweaters
Sweat flowing under our sweaters
Who can tell the scrap metal
The ammunition we supply
The smell of gunpowder and feasting
Blood gushing from the entrails
Blood gushing from the entrails
Where are our fiancées, our engagement?
Virgin Mary in her stained glass window
The joyful song of reunion
The tocsin for our funeral
The tocsin for our funeral
We're off to battle
With our scarecrow faces
All crammed together like cattle
In gray trucks
In gray trucks
Do you know what I do with your medal?
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