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