Feux de la Saint-Jean [English translation]

Far from urban nuisances,

The night dives on the plain

The immense vault of the sky

Unveils a thousand sparks

Flames of opal,

Round, circle of solstice

The fires of St. John,

in the night of time.

Worries and ruins are forgotten ,

Our faces are being drawn,

By the light of the torches,

Suddenly embrace each other

Wood bundles.

Beech and oak are cracking,

Hot logs, human warmth ,

Our clamor and our songs,

Are getting lost in the fields.

We all are getting over,

Bed of embers and cinders,

In order to the fertility,

Make joyful our young homes.

• Artist:Vae Victis
• Album:Hors-la-loi