let us break all the shields

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

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

and we will plant the laurel tree

to make

to make

a wreath

a wreath

a wreath to crown the republique

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

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 republique!