An orange on the table, Your dress on the rug, And you in my bed, Sweet present of the present, Freshness of the night, Warmth of my life. - Jacques Prévert

Con las piedras de la ley se construyeron las prisiones
Y con los ladrillos de la religión los burdeles»

y a los niños que llevabais al hombro
los dejasteis resbalar en el barro tricolor
en la greda de los muertos
y vuestros hombros se encorvaron
es natural que la juventud pase
vosotros la dejasteis morir
Hombres honorables y muy estimados
en vuestro barrio
os encontráis
os congratuláis
os coaguláis
ay ay querido señor Babylas
yo tenía tres hijos y los di
a la patria
ay ay querido señor de los dos
que tuve yo sólo di dos
se hace lo que se puede
lo que es nuestro…
sigue usted con dolor de rodillas

Remember Barbara
It rained all day on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Flushed enraptured streaming-wet
In the rain
Remember Barbara
It rained all day on Brest that day
And I ran into you in Siam Street
You were smiling
And I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I didn't know
You who didn't know me
Remember
Remember that day still
Don't forget
A man was taking cover on a porch
And he cried your name
Barbara
And you ran to him in the rain
Streaming-wet enraptured flushed
And you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
And don't be mad if I speak familiarly
I speak familiarly to everyone I love
Even if I've seen them only once
I speak familiarly to all who are in love
Even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
That rain upon the sea
Upon the arsenal
Upon the Ushant boat
Oh Barbara
What shitstupidity the war
Now what's become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead and gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
As it was raining before
But it isn't the same anymore
And everything is wrecked
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
Nor is it still a storm
Of iron and steel and blood
But simply clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
In the downpour drowning Brest
And float away to rot
A long way off
A long long way from Brest
Of which there's nothing left.