Jeanne Mas carolyne

Outside of the crusades, it is for Carolyne
That I put down my weapon, wounded with hope
I roll in the dust but I only think of your lips
Oh Carolyne, oh Carolyne
I cry out to you in the depths of my desert
There are only chimeras, ghosts without rage
Dispersed in hell, my life rebels
An inglorious fight feeds this false war
Oh Carolyne, oh Carolyne
Where are your sobs and your body burning?
Oh Carolyne, oh Carolyne, your name relieves me
I float beneath the flag of ideals, in this rodeo I count for zero
I am in a painting stained with sand, of solitude, so pathetic
I count the weeks of a duty without choice
Who wants burn my veins, all these borders
That separate me from you, let my fever break out
Oh Carolyne, oh Carolyne, my heart is drowning
When you write that you 'likes
Oh Carolyne, oh Carolyne, I dream that you take me
I'm just a man who doesn't look for a medal
They learn to kill, I want to die
For my only battle, for my freedom.