.Quand jâai envie de briser mes chaînes
Et déchirer mes habits de soldat
Sous les vents froids dâune morne plaine
Combien de nous sont morts déjà ?
Quand tous nos chants ne sont que prières
Et que nos jeux sont des combats
Quand de nos vies on sème la ter.
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