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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 http://www.struggle.ws/hist_texts/song_les_anarchistes.html)
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.
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.
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