Le dépôt
Harold Pinter - Un Poème
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