Lyrics and translation Chumbawamba - The Untraditional
The Untraditional
L'inhabituel
I
meet
my
love
under
the
stars
Je
rencontre
mon
amour
sous
les
étoiles
So
far
from
watching
eyes
Si
loin
des
regards
indiscrets
Five
long
years
we've
met
this
way
Cinq
longues
années
que
nous
nous
rencontrons
ainsi
My
love,
the
night
and
I
Mon
amour,
la
nuit
et
moi
So
much
in
love
we
walked
'til
dawn
Tant
amoureux
que
nous
avons
marché
jusqu'à
l'aube
Far
away
from
city
walls
Loin
des
murs
de
la
ville
In
forest
shelter-covered
field
Dans
un
champ
abrité
par
la
forêt
A
flower
blooms
as
darkness
falls
Une
fleur
s'épanouit
à
la
tombée
de
la
nuit
This
love
so
bold
goes
undeclared
Cet
amour
si
audacieux
reste
non
déclaré
A
joy
unseen,
a
world
unknown
Une
joie
invisible,
un
monde
inconnu
A
love
that
dare
not
speak
its
name
Un
amour
qui
n'ose
pas
dire
son
nom
Hidden
treasure,
precious
stone
Trésor
caché,
pierre
précieuse
My
lover's
hand
is
wrapped
in
mine
La
main
de
mon
amant
est
dans
la
mienne
Hidden
always
from
the
day
Toujours
caché
du
jour
Across
this
meeting
draws
a
veil
Un
voile
se
dessine
sur
cette
rencontre
The
age
of
reason
turns
away
L'âge
de
la
raison
se
détourne
For
we
two
men
go
on
and
on
Car
nous,
deux
hommes,
continuons
et
continuons
And
my
love
walks
next
to
me
Et
mon
amour
marche
à
côté
de
moi
And
in
some
far
off
place
I
know
Et
dans
un
lieu
lointain,
je
sais
That
I'll
love
may
shameless
be
Que
l'amour
que
je
peux
avoir
sera
sans
vergogne
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2008
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