Lyrics and translation Jean-Jacques Goldman - Long Is the Road - Remixé - Américain

Long Is the Road - Remixé - Américain

Au-delà de nos vents, passée notre frontière
Dans ces pays soleil de sable et de pierre
Là où malgré les croix et malgré les prières
Les dieux ont oublié ces maudites terres

Dans sa pauvre valise, ses maigres affaires
Une histoire banale d′homme et de misère
Il tient dans sa chemise ses ultimes richesses
Ses deux bras courageux, sa rude jeunesse
Et tout contre sa peau, comme un trésor inca
Son nom sur un visa pour les U.S.A.

But long is the road (Americain)
Hard is the way (Americain)
Heavy my load (Americain)
But deep is my faith (Americain)
Long is the road (Americain)

Sur des highway sixty one, l'ombre d′un Zimmerman
Dix trains de losers pour un Rockfeller
Brûler sa peau pour être un Battling Joe
Quand chaque espoir se décline en dollars

Jusqu'aux bannières où les stars s'affichent
Sous les lumières, tout est blanc, propre et riche
Du "jeudi noir" jusqu′aux bleus de John Ford
Dans chaque histoire se cache un chercheur d′or

But long is the road (Americain)
Hard is the way (Americain)
Heavy my load (Americain)
But deep is my faith (Americain)
Long is the road (Americain)

Got my shues (Oh my lord)
Got my hands (Oh my lord)
Nothing to loose (Oh my lord)
Oh my lord (Oh my lord)

Got my faith (Oh my lord)
Got my lord (Oh my lord)

And I pray

Americain
Americain
Americain
Americain

But Long is the road (Americain)
Hard is the way (Americain)
Heavy my load (Americain)
But deep is my faith (Americain)
A Long is the road (Americain)

Long Is the Road - Remix - American

Beyond our winds, past our border
In those sun-drenched lands of sand and stone
Where despite the crosses and despite the prayers
The gods have forgotten these cursed lands

In his meager suitcase, his scant belongings
A common tale of man and misery
He holds in his shirt his ultimate wealth
His two courageous arms, his rugged youth
And close to his skin, like an Inca treasure
His name on a visa for the U.S.A.

But long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith (American)
Long is the road (American)

On the highways of sixty-one, the shadow of a Zimmerman
Ten trains of losers for a Rockefeller
Burn his skin to be a Battling Joe
When every hope is measured in dollars

To the banners where the stars are displayed
Under the lights, everything is white, clean, and rich
From "Black Thursday" to John Ford's blues
In every story lies a gold digger

But long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith (American)
Long is the road (American)

Got my shoes (Oh my lord)
Got my hands (Oh my lord)
Nothing to loose (Oh my lord)
Oh my lord (Oh my lord)

Got my faith (Oh my lord)
Got my lord (Oh my lord)

And I pray

American
American
American
American

But Long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith (American)
A Long is the road (American)