Les Deux Écoles traducción al Inglés

I had the teacher who in the kings of France
Has seen only tyrants with disastrous reigns
And the one who made old Anatole France
A minion of Satan because he was without God.
I went to both schools and forgot everything.
The night of the carmagnoles, the end of the Assemblies
The Gods of the Acropolis and the Baptized Saints.
I was from both schools and it didn't change anything.

In Lot-et-Garonne
We were eating the priest.
We prayed to the Madonna
Sunday in Vendée.
Pebbles from Provence
To the castles of Aquitaine
We sang about the Durance
We mourned Lorraine.

In the Rhône and Essonne
The abbots were chased away.
We planted in Argonne
St. Andrew's crosses.
From the peaks of the Jura
In the gardens of Touraine
We mourned Savoy
We sang about Lorraine.

I want my children to be educated at my school
If they look like someone, it might as well be me.
Afterwards they will go and worship their idols
And live their destiny wherever they see fit.
This sacred Republic which says yes, which says no
Eldest daughter of the Church and the Convention
She would be very happy if her masters let her
Free to make love and go to mass.
In Lot-et-Garonne
We were eating the priest.
We prayed to the Madonna
Sunday in Vendée.
Pebbles from Provence
To the castles of Aquitaine
We sang about the Durance
We mourned Lorraine.
In the Rhône and Essonne
The abbots were chased away.
We planted in Argonne
St. Andrew's crosses.
From the peaks of the Jura
In the gardens of Touraine
We mourned Savoy
We sang about Lorraine.
In Lot-et-Garonne
We were eating the priest.
We prayed to the Madonna
Sunday in Vendée.
Pebbles from Provence
To the castles of Aquitaine
We sang about the Durance
We mourned Lorraine.
In the Rhône and Essonne
The abbots were chased away.
We planted in Argonne
St. Andrew's crosses.
From the peaks of the Jura
In the gardens of Touraine
We mourned Savoy
We sang about Lorraine.
In Lot-et-Garonne
We were eating the priest.
We prayed to the Madonna
Sunday in Vendée.
Pebbles from Provence
To the castles of Aquitaine
We sang about the Durance
We mourned Lorraine.
In the Rhône and Essonne