[TROUBLEMAKER] Let us break all the shields And soil the ermine Take the oak and the olive tree Make their philosophy our own The pigs eat the acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones
[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST] We only ask a little tax from the nobility The spat out stone will grow in time into an olive tree We will smoke our pork over a fire of basilic
[TROUBLEMAKER] And we will plant the laurel tree
[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST] To make
[TROUBLEMAKER] To make
[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST] A wreath
[TROUBLEMAKER] A wreath A wreath to crown the République
[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST] We will smoke our pork upon the pyre of privilege The flames of castles burning will dance from ridge to ridge We'll break all the shields Spit out all the stones Make the oak and the olive trees' philosophy our own The pigs eat the acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones
[CHORUS] We will smoke the pork on a fire of basilic We will plant the laurel tree to make our laurel wreaths To crown, to crown, to crown the République!