Paroles et traduction Les Stentors - Les Corons

Les Corons

Au nord c'était les corons
La terre c'était le charbon
Le ciel c'était l'horizon

Les hommes de mineurs de fond

Nos fenêtres donnaient sur des fenêtres semblables
Et la pluie mouillait mon cartable
Mais mon père en rentrant avait les yeux si bleus
Que je croyais voir le ciel bleu
J'apprenais mes leçons la joue contre son bras
Je crois qu'il était fier de moi
Il était généreux comme ceux du pays
Et je lui doiis ce que je suis

Au nord c'était les corons
La terre c'était le charbon
Le ciel c'était l'horizon
Les hommes de mineurs de fond

Et c'était mon enfance et elle était heureuse
Dans la buée des lessiveuses
Et j'avais les terrils à défaut de montagne
D'en haut je vouyais la campagne
Mon père était gueule noire comme l'étaient ses parents
Ma mère avait des cheveux blancs
Ils étaient de la fosse comme on est d'un pays
Grâce à eux je sais qui je suis

Au nord c'était les corons
La terre c'était le charbon
Le ciel c'était l'horizon
Les hommes de mineurs de fond

Y a vait à la mairie le jour de la kermesse
Une photo de Jean Jaures
Et chaque verre de vin était un diamant rose
Posé sur fond de silicose
Ils parlaient de trente six et des coups de grisous
Des accidents du fond du trou
Ils aimaient leur métier comme on aime un pays
C'est avec eux que j'ai compris

Au nord c'était les corons
La terre c'était le charbon
Le ciel c'était l'horizon
Les hommes de mineurs de fond
Le ciel c'était l'horizon
Les hommes de mineurs de fond

The Miner's Houses

In the north, there were the miner's houses
The earth was coal
The sky was the horizon

The men were miners

Our windows looked out onto similar windows
And the rain would wet my school bag
But when my father came home, his eyes were so blue
That I thought I saw the blue sky
I would do my lessons with my cheek against his arm
I think he was proud of me
He was generous, like those of his country
And I owe my life to him

In the north, there were the miner's houses
The earth was coal
The sky was the horizon
The men were miners

And that was my childhood, and it was happy
In the steam of the washing machines
And instead of mountains, I had the slag heaps
From the top, I could see the countryside
My father was a coal miner, like his parents
My mother had white hair
They were from the pit, as one is from one's country
Thanks to them, I know who I am

In the north, there were the miner's houses
The earth was coal
The sky was the horizon
The men were miners

At the town hall, on the day of the festival
There was a photo of Jean Jaurès
And each glass of wine was a pink diamond
Set against a background of silicosis
They would talk about 1936 and the firedamp explosions
About accidents at the bottom of the pit
They loved their job as one loves one's country
It was with them that I understood

In the north, there were the miner's houses
The earth was coal
The sky was the horizon
The men were miners
The sky was the horizon
The men were miners