LA REVOLUTION PERMANENTE - JE VOUDRAIS SANS LA NOMMER VOUS PARLER D'ELLE

Je voudrais, sans la nommer,
Vous parler d’elle
Comme d’une bien-aimée,
D’une infidèle,
Une fille bien vivante
Qui se réveille
A des lendemains qui chantent
Sous le soleil., Georges Moustaki 
C’est elle que l’on matraque,
Que l’on poursuit que l’on traque.
C’est elle qui se soulève,
Qui souffre et se met en grève.
C’est elle qu’on emprisonne,
Qu’on trahit qu’on abandonne,
Qui nous donne envie de vivre,
Qui donne envie de la suivre
Jusqu’au bout, jusqu’au bout.
Je voudrais, sans la nommer,
Lui rendre hommage,
Jolie fleur du mois de mai
Ou fruit sauvage,
Une plante bien plantée
Sur ses deux jambes
Et qui trame en liberté
Ou bon lui semble.
C’est elle…
Je voudrais, sans la nommer,
Vous parler d’elle.
Bien-aimée ou mal aimée,
Elle est fidèle
Et si vous voulez
Que je vous la présente,
On l’appelle
Révolution Permanente !
C’est elle…
Sans La Nommer

Sans La Nommer -Without Naming Her
Transalted in ENglish by Lydie H Jones

I would like without naming her to speak about her
as of a beloved one, an unfaithful
a very living girl who wakes up
who has tomorrows which sing under the sun

it is her that we truncheon
that we follow, that we hunt down
it is her that rises up,
that suffers and gets on strike
it is her that we imprison
that we betray, that we abandon
that gives us desire to live,
that gives us the desire to follow her until the end

I would like without naming her to pay tribute to her
pretty flower of May or wild fruit
a plant deeply planted on her two feet
and that wanders freely where she feels like going

it is her that we truncheon
that we follow, that we hunt down
it is her that rises up,
that suffers and gets on strike
it is her that we imprison
that we betray, that we abandon
that gives us desire to live,
that gives us the desire to follow her until the end

I would like without naming her to pay tribute to her
beloved or outcast she is faithful
and if you want me to introduce you to her
we call her Permanent Revolution

it is her that we truncheon
that we follow, that we hunt down
it is her that rises up,
that suffers and gets on strike
it is her that we imprison
that we betray, that we abandon
that gives us desire to live,
that gives us the desire to follow her until the end