Ils sont partis [English translation]

They left—they will always leave—always.

Over there—over there—some will die every day

because it is towards glory or death

that they left, walking in step.

Among them, my love walked at the same pace.

They are so young—they are so beautiful.

How—how

can my heart recognize my lover?

My heart, I will forgive you

if, to all of this, you surrender

by beating to the rhythm of their steps.

He left—he will come back one day—someday.

But his gaze in the end will be heavier—heavier.

I know—I saw my father come back

and,while he often spoke about his brothers-in-arms,

no, never—never did he talk about the war.

They left—they will always leave—always.

Over there—over there—some will die every day.

I know how they do not like war

but, to see them walking in step,

makes you believe that men are made for that.

• Artist:Dalida