Quand Fera-t-il Jour Camarade?
Mireille Mathieu
When Will It Be Day, Comrade?
They advanced with a stubborn air, fists in their pockets
They smiled thinking of Gavroche
They plunged into the wind
And always hoped at sunrise that the day
Would come one day
When will it be day, comrade?
I always hear this question
That the comrades asked themselves
While an old cruiser in the harbor
Roared at full blast
It's for real
They advanced with great difficulty, with big steps
They came back from the war in the woods
They hoped for the sun and love
They supported each other, lifelong friends
Closing ranks
When will it be day, comrade?
I always hear this question
That the comrades asked themselves
While an old cruiser in the harbor
Roared at full blast
It's for real
When autumn returns and the long nights
When the night is longer and darker
I remember an evening in Petrograd
Where the old ones searched for each other in the dark
Hey, guys!
When will it be day, comrade?
I always hear this question
That the comrades asked themselves
While an old cruiser in the harbor
Roared at full blast
Revolution
