Marie-Josée Neuville - Johny boy (Angol translation)

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Johny boy

Maman vient de terminer
L'histoire du cow-boy Johny
Petit Pierre l'a écoutée
Et s'est endormi
Dans le ciel la lune luit
Eclairant le petit lit
Où l'enfant a souri
En retrouvant Johny
Il est dans la pampa
Sa monture n'est plus de bois
Plus de rues, plus d'autos
Mais de l'herbe et des chevaux
Il rattrape au lasso
Les fuyards de son troupeau
Johny à ses côtés
S'est gaiement mis à chanter
Oh... Oh...Oh... Oh...
 
Tous les chevaux sont rentrés
Lentement la nuit est tombée
Cependant Cow-boy City
N'est pas endormie
Car le bar est éclairé
Le village est réuni
Le shérif est arrivé
En compagnie de Johny
Le bal a commencé
Les guitares sont déchaînées
Harmonicas, violons
Banjos et accordéons
La danse est endiablée
Entre deux verres de whisky
Eclatent des Youpis!
Mais Pierrot s'est réveillé
Oh... Oh... Oh...Oh...
 
Pour l'école il doit partir
Ne gardant qu'un souvenir
De la grande prairie
Où l'attend Johny
Mais il y retournera
Car ses rêves sont à lui
Chaque nuit il volera
Vers son paradis
Il y retrouvera
Les fiestas les rodéos
Les chants de la pampa
Johny et son grand chapeau
Plus tard quand les soucis
Auront envahi sa vie
Le souvenir de Johny
Sera plus doux qu'une amie
Oh... Oh... Oh...Oh...
 
Kűldve: batay Péntek, 02/02/2018 - 04:04
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Angol translation

Johnny boy

Mom has just finished
The story of Johnny the cowboy
Little Pierre listened
And he fell asleep
The moon shines in the sky
And sheds a light on the little bed
Where the child smiles
Because he has met up with Johnny
Now he is in the pampa 1
His horse is not wooden any more
No more streets, no cars
Only grass and horses
He recaptures with his lasso
The fugitives from his herd
Johnny close to him
Has started to sing cheerfully
Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...
 
All the horses are now back
Slowly the night has fallen
Cowboy City however
Is not asleep
And the bar is lightened
The village is gathered
The sheriff has arrived
Together with Johnny
The dance has started
Guitars start playing
Harmonicas, violins
Banjos and accordions
The dance is furious
Between two glasses of whisky
People shout yippee!
But little Pierre has awakened
Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...
 
He must go to school
Keeping only a memory
Of the great prairie
Where Johnny waits for him
But he will go back there
Because that dream is his own
Each night he will fly
Towards his paradise
Where he will meet up with
Parties and rodeos
Songs of the pampa
Johnny and his large hat
Later when worries
Will have invaded his life
The memory of Johnny
Will be sweeter than a girlfriend
Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...
 
Kűldve: batay Péntek, 02/02/2018 - 05:02
Szerző észrevételei:

Miss Neuville hesitated between Northern ('prairie') and Southern ('pampa') America, I kept both terms in obedience to the author's choices.

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