MC ★ Solaar - Les Mirabelles | Official Video (English translation subtitle)

Les Mirabelles (2017) © MC Solaar, Alain J Etchart (with Lyrics translation in subtitles and in description)
Courtesy of Believe Music (on behalf of Osmose Inverse, under exclusive license to Play Two), Warner Music France

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Director: Benoit Chaslerie
Producer: Ipanema

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(Lyrics Translation by Lets Chill Page)

Mirabelle plums

I'm a village like some others in France
My birth is towards the Renaissance
Less than one hundred regardless of the census
Longtime before the bandages, I had only peasants.
I saw some of them tease or wander or glean
Some Shovels of Mirabelle plums towards end of the summer.
I believe the only thing that changed my life
Was arrival of taxis

And they're full, according to my crosschecks
There are broken mouths, for the wounded: prostheses and bandages
Face to face they clash each other in the trenches
Before all this mess, I was an enchanted village.
No one believe me, it seems unreal
Before all this mess, I was an enchanted village
The only witnesses are Mirabelle plums
Before all this mess

They're prepared for battle
In the main artery it's a shambles
They wear blue, red, sighted uniforms
With pocket watch, flamboyant headgear.
Big Bertha faces the mortar.
The stream of fire is continuous, supported by artillerymen.
"Like at Valmy! The academy reiterated to us
"A battle, cheering and that's the lull! "
The walls have ears, it's the party at village
The theater of armies makes us discover jazz
There are pennants, quarts, rowdy
And that cursed smell, wind brings us gas back
There's joy, weeping, flowers, fear,
Earlier, a deserter was shot.
He had this poem in his tunic
Farewell, Sleeping Meuse.

No one believes me, it seems unreal
Before all this mess, I was an enchanted village

The only witnesses
are Mirabelle plums
Before all this mess (x2)

Now the war has passed
There are no more soldiers hidden in trenches
The Taxis of the Marne are returned.
Who would have thought I'd regret them.
In the year 14 they were thousands
Demobilized I didn't forget them
I think of the baker, I smell the millet bread
Wounded, stiffs but at least I lived!
It's been over a hundred years since I've got no more inhabitants
A few words on a plaque and then remains bones.
I say it frankly: it's not latent, I wait
The return of life in peace or in blood.
Too short was the stagnation ...
I no longer have inhabitants ...
Mirabelle plums are unclaimed assets
I am a dead village ... For France.

Allons enfants. No one believe me, it seems unreal
Allons enfants. The only witnesses are Mirabelle plums
Allons enfants. The only witnesses ...
Allons enfants. Are mirabelles plums.
Allons enfants. let's go children*

*Allons enfants de la patrie (Let's go fatherland children) are first words of French national Hymn "La Marseillaise".
La Marseillaise :    • Mireille Mathieu singing La Marseilla...