All the insults and the names
The kicks, the tricks, the vicious games
To make a young man reach his prime
They say he's weak, they say he's snapped
A man who's scared, a man who's trapped
When all a young man needs is time
Let them try, with the thrill of the pack
Hold your breath till the day he gets back!

Enough, no more, I don't give a damn
Why stay, what for?
I know who I am
A man above the lie that they live
A man who'll love when he's ready to give

But I'll come back one day, after ten years away
And they'll stop and they'll say
Look! Look!

Look, it's Martin Guerre
We need him here, no need to fear, never despair
Yes! It's Martin Guerre
Back home at last, those from the past better beware
Strides through the town
Laughs, waves them away
They all think he must be the same
But by heaven they're sure to see there's more to Martin Guerre
Than a name

And that bastard, Pierre
Holds my life in his hand
He's no uncle of mine
He can have all my land
The land he sold me for
May God condemn his soul to hell
And all of Artigat as well...

Look! It's Martin Guerre
Standing so brave, back from the grave, who else would dare
Yes! It's Martin Guerre
Back from the war, not like before
Of this I swear
He's seen it all, he's travelled the land
And look! Look what he became
And by heaven they're sure to see there's more to Martin Guerre
Just look, look at what he became
By heaven they're sure to see there's more to Martin Guerre
Than a name!