Berurier Noir
Lumberjacks
The loggers have entered the forest
The loggers are becoming uglier and uglier
With their 4 meter long beards
br/>And their axes which split the oaks
Their shoes crush the plants
And in the destroyed trees they dance
With great blows of the chainsaw
They pious nature atrophy
The loggers entered the forest
The loggers are more and more ugly
But it came to pass that one day there had no more trees
Everything was sadness and disorder
The loggers suffered a lot that day
There was nothing left to cut down
br/>In a lost village near the black marshes
The loggers entered
With their boots on their feet and worn equipment
In this lost village he there was a slaughterhouse
The loggers lent their hands, their strength, their courage
To slaughter the oxen, calves and pigs,
To make meat from them
/>This is how the loggers regained courage,
By cutting down the beasts...
It happened that one day in this lost village
He there were more animals to make meat
The loggers suffered a lot that day
They left to see the people of this remote village
With their boots on feet and worn equipment
Not even sword blows
Will stop their march
The loggers entered my mother's room
In my brother's room
They hacked my father until dawn
Then they left for another forest
And if one day you meet a b »cheron
Remember that they massacred my children,
That they are thirsty for blood
That they hide future horrible carnage behind their beards,
br/>Future horrible carnage, future horrible carnage
Not even the blows of the saber
Will stop their march

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