The Slow Burning Fuse

an atheisitic anarchistic scorcher

today in anarchist history

On May 10 1968, first night of the barricades in the Latin Quarter of Paris, Léo Ferré sung at the Mutualité for the French Anarchist Federation, as he had for every year since 1948. He performed that night for the first time the song Les Anarchistes, which would become a kind of  hymn for his audience.

A rough translation is (courtesy of

Some are not one in a hundred and nevertheless they exist.

Most Spaniards will know why

It is neccesary to believe that in Spain they don’t understand them.

(The) Anarchists

They gathered allOf the (smacks? / clouts?)and of paving stones (bricks)

They bellowed so strongly

That they could not bellow anymore.

They have the heart in front

And their dreams in the middle

And then their soul all eaten away at

By their bloody ideas

They aren’t one in a hundred and nevertheless they exist

(The majority of sons of nothing or good sons of so little)?

People only see them when they fear them.


They died 110 times.

For what purpose and why?

With the love of the fist

On the table or on anything

With an acking air

That makes the blood flow

They hit so hard

That they could not hit anymore

They aren’t one in a hundred and nertheless they exist

And if it must start by a kick in they ass

It must not be forgotten that it came down in the street.

(The) Anarchists

They have a black flag

At half mast on the promiseand the meloncolyfor dragging in life

The knives for slicing

The bread of friendship

And the weapons rust

For to not forget

That they are not one in a hundred and that nevertheless they exist

And that they hold well hand in hand

Happy and it is for that, thay they always stand

(The) Anarchists


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