Le Boudin

Here, here is some blood sausage, here is some blood sausage, here is some blood sausage
For the Alsatians, the Swiss, and the Lorrains
For the Belgians, there's none left, for the Belgians, there's none left
They are shooters in the ass
For the Belgians, there's none left, for the Belgians, there's none left
They are shooters in the ass

We are resourceful
We are rascals
Not ordinary guys
We often feel blue
We are legionnaires

In Tonkin, the immortal legion
In Tuyen Quang, our flag was illustrated
Heroes of Camerone and model brothers
Rest in peace in your tombs

Our elders knew how to die
For the glory of the legion
We will all know how to perish
Following tradition

During our distant campaigns
Facing fever and fire
Let's forget with our sorrows
Death that forgets us so little
We, the Legion