Verte Guinée qui m’a enfant
Now that your Trumpet of Unity has sounded,
Now that the Nightingale of Love has sung,
Your brave sons aspire to a society without violence
a society of tolerance,
respect in difference…
We want real peace, love and friendship!
And never fields of corpses
We want real peace, love and friendship!
And never wounded cargo ships!
We want real peace, love and friendship!
And never mutilated populations!
We want real peace, love and friendship!
And never any widows mourning their fallen husbands!
We want real peace, love and friendship!
And never mothers who mourn their sons
torn from their affection by war!
We want real peace, love and friendship!
And never sisters mourning their brothers,
Too soon mowed down by murderous bullets.
We want real peace, love and friendship!
And never endless hordes of refugees!
We want understanding, harmony, concord!
We want peace! Simply peace! Only peace!