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Translation
Yanks
The winter night slept in its craddle(1)
Goats were drinking at the rio
We went aimlessly,
and lived even more intensely
despite the cold(2) and the barbarians.
We knew thay one day they would come,
throwing their axes and their taxes
transfixing our bodies,
we who remain the last human beings on Earth.
Good old Achiles said:
"this evenin' all is a bit too quiet.
Let me stand watch, friends.
Go and sleep in peace!".
It is neither the sound of thunder
nor the river's rustle
but the gallop
of thousands of horses running
in the eye of the watcher.
And all these people under the web
slumbering deep down:
"Wake up !
The Yanks are comin', Yanks are comin'
Easy come, Wisigoths(3),
here come the Gringos!
The went through the clearing
and installed their iron toys.
One of them, loaded with guns,
comes forward and grabs
the megaphone in his paw.
"We come on behalf of the Big Control,
his laser vibrates in the pole,
whe have conquered all and everything
up to galactic ice.
Mr president orderd me
to pacify the whole world.
We come in peace.
But that's enough talk now
let's sign the capitulation
for well before the night
we'll be back to Virginia!"
The Yanks are comin', Yanks are comin'
Easy come, Wisigoths(3),
here come the Gringos!
"So I'm going to count to three
and all your chicks for our GIs
wheat, dog and uranium,
opium and the old man's memories
from now on all is ours
And so that everyone gets it,
I'll count twice
and for the gool old CNN's news.
Dis-moi, mon ami
who is the boss here?
Let him rise!
And the Sun rose.
Hey Gringo! Escucha me, Gringo!
We crossed continents,
endless oceans
on dreamwoven rafts
and here we stand alive, sons of
blinding Sun
life in the reflection off a gladius
America, America,
you crazy dragon is bored
bring it to me for the killing blow.
Caligula, his legionaries,
your president, his millionnaires
are hanging from the tip of our lips.
Gringo! You'll get nothing from us
As long as my titanic,
my li'l kid's memory remembers,
I've been awaiting you for a while.
Gringo! Off with you! Get lost
Come on Gringo! May God wound you(4)
The winter night slept in its craddle
Goats were drinking at the rio
We went aimlessly,
and lived even more intensely
despite the cold(2) and the barbarians.
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(1) pun on "verseau" (zodiac's aquarius) / "berceau" (craddle). Evokes a winter night
(2) "frette" is Canadian French for "cold weather"
(3) Wisigoths sounds like "(V)easy go" in French
(4) "blesse" (from verb "blesser") means "wound" but sounds like "bless".
Guest on 2012-04-12✕
Richard Desjardins: Top 3
| 1. | Tu m'aimes-tu? |
| 2. | Quand j'aime une fois j'aime pour toujours |
| 3. | Va-t'en pas |
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| 1. | off with you! |
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