Pink Wine

I was born in the dim glow of autumn light

With the tune of an accordion and the taste for pink wine

As a young man my legs they learn to dance

My lips at any chance would steal a little innocence

But my cloths were hand sown, some of my food was stolen

That was how we learned to live then, what did you expect from the occupation

Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson

Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence

Mon pays ma donne cette chanson

Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds!

We kept the radio low and the curtains drawn close

It could be your friend, you never knew in the end what was what and for sure

But we would ride our bikes to the countryside

Where an old tin band put fire in the night

With a song so deep you could see it in our eyes

It was the way we'd chosen to fight

Vous n'aurez jamais ma chanson

Vous marcherez un long chemin de silence

Mon pays ma donne cette chanson

Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds

Toujours je chanterai, vous salauds