There are very few women
Who sing of this yoke’s golden sting
And tie my heart to the string of weeping
There are very few men
Who cry for wine of blood and rye
And cut out my heart
For the wild love of weeping

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it’s been hell not to touch
Oh, sister, mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much

Oh, sister mine, oh
How natural it all seemed then
And how remote and impossible now
Oh, sister mine, oh
How beautiful it all seemed then
And how sick and detestable now

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it’s been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you so much

There are very few women
Who sing of this yoke’s golden sting
And tie my heart to the string of weeping
There are very few men
Who cry for wine of blood and rye
And cut out my heart
For the wild love of weeping

There are very few seas left to sail
For someone like me who by theft and jail
Was made to bleed and left so frail
There are very few seas left to sail
For the likes of me who though apt to sail
Were made to conceal and had to fail

Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it’s been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you that much
Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy
I know it’s been hell not to touch
Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy
I never wanted you so much

Et puis on est la
Parmi les vautours
Qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes
Qui ne cessent de verser le sang des autres
Mais l’homme, il faut bien l’aimer
Surtout dans la beaute
De la revolte – il faut l’aimer
Meme quand il t’accuse
Meme quand il se refuse
Quand il s’invente des faux amis
Des vrais ennemis
Ou comme nous – des pays caches
L’amour d’ou qu’il vienne
C’est toujours l’amour