Paroles de Mon Mercenaire

Stained with sand, burnt with sun My mercenary! His memories of war come to throw verses Of joy... This evening of conquest, the lie on his lips That he betrayed Stained with sand, burnt with sun My mercenary! Without family, without homeland, without illusion nor dream Only our prayers Leaving silently, without even a last verse Towards the light Stained with sand, burnt with sun My mercenary! (X4)