La Complainte du Partisan - French Resistance Song

“The Partisan“ is an anti-fascist anthem about the French Resistance in World War II. The song was composed in 1943 by Russian-born Anna Marly, with lyrics by French Resistance leader Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie, and originally titled “La Complainte du partisan“ (The lament of the partisan). Marly performed it and other songs on the BBC's French service, through which she and her songs were an inspiration to the Resistance. A number of French artists have recorded and released versions of the song since, but it is better recognised globally in its significantly, both musically and in the meaning of its lyrics, different English adaptation by Hy Zaret. More Info: Source: I really do like France so i had to make a lyric video for it, i chose this song because it's really good and there's really no subtitled english video of it here on Youtube. There's also a bunch of english versions out there, but i prefer the french ones. Lyrics: Les All'mands étaient chez moi On m'a dit: “Résigne-toi“, Mais je n'ai pas pu Et j'ai repris mon arme Personne ne m'a demandé D'ou je viens et où je vais Vous qui le savez, Effacez mon passage J'ai changé cent fois de nom J'ai perdu femme et enfant Mais j'ai tant d'amis Et j'ai la France entière Un vieil homme dans un grenier Pour la nuit nous a cachés Les All'mands l'ont pris Il est mort sans surprise Hier encore nous étions trois Il ne reste plus que moi Et je tourne en rond Dans la prison des frontières Le vent souffle sur les tombes Et la liberté reviendra On nous oubliera Nous rentrerons dans l'ombre The Germans were at my home They said, “Give up“ But I could not And I took up my weapon Nobody asked me From where I came and where I go You who knows, Erase my tracks I have changed my name a hundred times I've lost wife and children But I have so many friends And I have the whole of France An old man, in an attic Hid us for a night The Germans took him He died, no surprise Yesterday we were three Now there is just me And I turn in circles In the prison of the borders The wind blows on the tombs Freedom will return They will forget about us We will return to the shadows