Johan Galtung singing…

Tomorrow evening we will have the immense honour to host Prof. Johan Vincent Galtung. I thought it would nice to hear him sing a song. This song is very special. It is for french people very famous, it is the famous anti-militaristic ode: Le Déserteur, by Boris Vian, 1954.

Galtung himself was jailed for six months at age 24 for refusing military service as a conscientious objector, unlawful at the time in Norway. This single event would set in motion a lifetime of peace work (160 books written in 60 years, +++).

click on the link to hear the song and see th exquisite artwork is by Xiaonan.

Transcript and translation to English, verse by verse, by Harold Berg.
Le Déserteur – The Deserter

Monsieur le Président,
je vous fais une lettre,
que vous lirez peut-être,
si vous avez le temps.

Mr. President
I’m writing you a letter
that perhaps you will read
If you have the time.

Je viens de recevoir
mes papiers militaires
pour partir à la guerre
avant mercredi soir.

I’ve just received
my call-up papers
to leave for the front
Before Wednesday night.

Monsieur le Président
je ne veux pas le faire,
je ne suis pas sur terre
pour tuer de pauvres gens.

Mr. President
I do not want to go
I am not on this earth
to kill wretched people.

C’est pas pour vous fâcher,
il faut que je vous dise,
ma décision est prise,
je m’en vais déserter.

It’s not to make you mad
I must tell you
my decision is made
I am going to desert.

Depuis que je suis né,
j’ai vu mourir mon père,
j’ai vu partir mes frères,
et pleurer mes enfants.

Since I was born
I have seen my father die
I have seen my brothers leave
and my children cry.

Ma mère a tant souffert,
qu’elle est dedans sa tombe,
et se moque des bombes,
et se moque des vers.

My mother has suffered so,
that she is in her grave
and she laughs at the bombs
and she laughs at the worms.

Quand j’étais prisonnier
on m’a volé ma femme,
on m’a volé mon âme,
et tout mon cher passé.

When I was a prisoner
they stole my wife
they stole my soul
and all my dear past.

Demain de bon matin,
je fermerai ma porte
au nez des années mortes
j’irai sur les chemins.

Early tomorrow morning
I will shut my door
on these dead years
I will take to the road.

Je mendierai ma vie,
sur les routes de France,
de Bretagne en Provence,
et je crierai aux gens:

I will beg my way along
on the roads of France
from Brittany to Provence
and I will cry out to the people:

refusez d’obéir,
refusez de la faire,
n’allez pas à la guerre,
refusez de partir.

Refuse to obey
refuse to do it
don’t go to war
refuse to go.

S’il faut donner son sang,
allez donner le vôtre,
vous êtes bon apôtre,
monsieur le Président.

If blood must be given
go give your own
you are a good apostle
Mr. President.

Si vous me poursuivez
prévenez vos gendarmes
que je n’aurai pas d’armes
et qu’ils pourront tirer.

If you go after me
warn your police
that I’ll be unarmed
and that they can shoot.