Here you are, some blood pudding, some blood pudding, some blood pudding
for the Alsatians, Swiss and Lorrainers
For the Belgians, there's none left (2x)
They're lazy shirkers (Repeat last two lines)

We're always at ease, we're rough and tough, no ordinary guys
We've often got our black moods, for we are Legionnaires.In Tonkin, the Legion immortal
At Tuyen Quang, our flag we honored
Heroes of Camerone and model brothers, sleep at peace in your tombs.
Our ancestors died, for the Legion's glory
We will soon all perish according to tradition.
During our far-off campaigns, facing fever and fire
By our sorrows we forget
Death, who so little forgets us, for we are the Legion