Jean Ferrat - La montagne Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

the mountain

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They're leaving one by one the village
To go and earn their living
Far from the land where they were born
They had been dreaming for a long time
About the city and its secrets,
The Formica and the movies.
 
For the old people, it wasn't strange
When they wiped their lips
Mechanically with their sleeves.
But they knew all about
Killing quail or partridge
And eating goat cheese.
 
However how beautiful the mountain is !
 
How could one think
 
While watching a flock of swallow
 
That autumn just arrived?
 
With their hands over their heads
They had built low walls
Until the top of the hill
No matter the days, the years
They all had a well-born soul
Gnarled as a vine stock.
 
Vines run mixted with wood
Wine won't be done any more
It was an awful cheap wine
But it was making people live hundred years,
And these people were numerous,
If it didn't make you feel dizzy.
 
{Refrain}
 
Two goats and a few sheep
A good year and a bad one
And no holidays nor going out
The girls want to go to dancing
There's nothing more common
Than wanting to live your own life
 
Their lives, they'll be cops or civil servants
Able to wait without fear
The time of retirement
You have to know that you like
And coming home to a council flat
Eating hormone-treated chicken
 
However how beautiful the mountain is
How could one think
While watching a flock of swallow
That autumn just arrived?
 


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