Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Serrez vos rangs , by - Aristide Bruant. Release date: 31.12.1961
Song language: French
Serrez vos rangs(original) |
| La voix du canon résonne |
| L’air, tout empoudré, frissonne |
| Serrez vos rangs, mes enfants! |
| C’est le cri de la mêlée |
| Et l'écho de la vallée |
| Répète: Serrez vos rangs! |
| On marche au pas gymnastique |
| La fièvre se communique |
| Par les yeux étincelants |
| On croise la baïonnette |
| Et chaque officier répète: |
| En avant, serrez vos rangs! |
| On avance… la mitraille |
| Fait la part de la bataille |
| On enjambe les mourants |
| Gloire à celui qui succombe |
| Dit le commandant qui tombe |
| En criant: Serrez vos rangs! |
| Commandants et capitaines |
| Sont là, couchés dans la plaine |
| Il reste les lieutenants |
| Allons! |
| dit l’un d’eux qui crie: |
| Pour l’honneur et la patrie! |
| Avancez! |
| Serrez vos rangs! |
| Le plomb crève les poitrines |
| Le sang creuse des ravines |
| La rude voix des sergents |
| Couvre l’ouragan des balles |
| On entend, par intervalles: |
| Sacrebleu! |
| Serrez vos rangs! |
| Sans officier et sans guide |
| Ils avancent, intrépides |
| Un caporal de vingt ans |
| Rassemblant les escouades |
| Leur dit: Allons, camarades |
| Pour mourir, serrez vos rangs! |
| Des éclats de la foudre |
| On vit tomber, noir de poudre |
| Le dernier de ces vaillants |
| Il cria: Vive la France! |
| Et l'écho répondit: France |
| En avant, serrez vos rangs! |
| (translation) |
| The voice of the cannon resounds |
| The air, all powdered, shivers |
| Close your ranks, my children! |
| It's the cry of the fray |
| And the echo of the valley |
| Repeat: Close your ranks! |
| We walk in gymnastic step |
| Fever communicates |
| Through sparkling eyes |
| We cross the bayonet |
| And each officer repeats: |
| Forward, close your ranks! |
| We advance... the grapeshot |
| Share the battle |
| We step over the dying |
| Glory to the one who succumbs |
| Says the falling commander |
| Shouting: Close your ranks! |
| Commanders and captains |
| Are there, lying in the plain |
| There remain the lieutenants |
| Let's go! |
| said one of them, shouting: |
| For honor and country! |
| Come on! |
| Close your ranks! |
| The lead bursts the chests |
| Blood digs gullies |
| The rough voice of sergeants |
| Cover the hurricane of bullets |
| Intervals means: |
| Damn it! |
| Close your ranks! |
| Without an officer and without a guide |
| They advance, fearless |
| A twenty-year-old corporal |
| Gathering the squads |
| Said to them: Come on, comrades |
| To die, close your ranks! |
| Bursts of lightning |
| We saw falling, powder black |
| The last of these valiant |
| He shouted: Long live France! |
| And the echo answered: France |
| Forward, close your ranks! |