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Les Bombes 


Plus de mots à dire

Il ne nous reste que les bombes

Éclatant de nos têtes

Il ne reste que les bombes

Aspirant notre ultime sang

Il ne nous reste que les bombes

Polissant le crâne des morts


Harold Pinter

Discours de Hyde Park

Trad G&J



The Bombs


There are no more words to be said

All we have left are the bombs

Which burst out of our head

All that is left are the bombs

Which suck out the last of our blood

All we have left are the bombs

Which polish the skulls of the dead


2003