The soldiers are there asleep on the plain
Where the breath of the evening sings to lull them,
The land with shaven wheat perfumes its breath,
The sentinel in the distance walks with a steady step.
Suddenly in the sky a band of countless horsemen
Illuminate the inaccurate clarity
And the Litttle Hat seems to guide these shadows
Towards immortality.
Do you see them?
The hussars, the dragoons, the Guard,
Glorious Madmen
Of Austerlitz, whom the Eagle watches,
Those of Kleber, Of Marceau, singing the victory,
Giants of Iron, Riding to glory.
But the little soldier, Sees the dream darkens,
It seems to him that up there, A storm is rising,
The Hydra with the pointed helmet, Slyly steps forward;
The child awakens, moved,
But everything sleeps in silence, And in his heart the Dream returned.
The cannons !
The bugles!
Listen, listen!
Look !
Do you see them?
The hussars, the dragoons, the Guard,
They are all saluting, The Emperor watching them.
And in a clear country where the harvest is gilded,
The soul of the little blue sees from an old bell-tower.
Here is the little house where the one he loves
Waiting for his return, keeps her eyes bent.
But all of a sudden ... Pain! He sees it in the distance,
A veil of terror covering his blue eyes.
The black helmets again, fire and hatred,
Here they come!
Do you see them?
Their hussars, their dragoons, their Guards,
Dark Owls
Dragging the haggard virgin.
The Old Strasbourg
Frozen under his hair of snow.
Die drums,
Here comes the bloody procession;
Soon the day vermeil, On the horizon rises
The alarm clocks, And it is still the Dream.
The Giants of the Year Two, Are replaced by others.
And these cheerful soldiers
France ... they are ours.
Blondes loved! You have to dry your eyes.
Your friends, here they are.
Do you see them?
The hussars, the dragoons, the army,
They will all die
For the new epic.
Proud Children Of the Race
Ring in the fields,
The Dream passes.
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