It was down by the Atlantic Sea

Where the concrete bunkers lay

And the rusty eighty-eights

Look down where the seagulls play



I heard the ghost bugles reveille

For the young men who sailed away

For the young men who had to stay

On the beach where the barded-wire lay



See the memory of Billy and John

Proudly standing in their uniforms

See the silver medals they won

That the government sent to their Mom

Now some boy painted j'taime Annette

On the walls where the shells were kept

In the corridors young children run

And shout out the barrels of the guns



La guerre c'est fini pour moi

La guerre ne m'amuse pas

La guerre c'est fini pour les espirts des morts

La guerre c'est fini pour moi



If you want another war for peace

Just to kill other men to make them free

I feel that I must inform you

You won't get any help from me

There is plenty of suffering and dying

Tragedy wins over joy

I'd rather run 'round the rust guns

Than to die like a brave soldier boy



La guerre c'est fini pour moi

La guerre ne m'amuse pas

La guerre c'est fini pour les espirts des morts

La guerre c'est fini pour moi