Paroles et traduction Tri Yann - Le chasseur de temps

Le chasseur de temps

Nous étions 30 pélégrins embarqués à Glasgow
Voguant sur un trois mâts carré pour la baie de Wicklow
Y′avait à bord un vieux mataf ridé de chez ridé
Il m'a raconté son histoire, il en avait morflé
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Quand j′étais kid à marier m'en allant chevaucher
Devant une HLM un soir j'y vis une beauté
On s′est branchés d′un seul regard et roulait un patin
Elle sentait bon l'eau de Lancôme, mais dieu que c′était bien
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
On a gribouillé tout le jour dedans les champs des Pôtres
Je lui ai dit mon petit bouchon on est faits l'un pour l′autre
Je vais chevaucher toute la nuit, dire adieu à ma môgne
Je reviens au petit matin et je serai ton homme
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Il n'était pas minuit sonné cavalant dans la zone
Vient un boucan d′un dépotoir une lumière jaune
Une concentre de motards, ils étaient bien trois cents
Tout harnachés de cuir noir et casques rouges sang
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Je n'ai jamais pu arrêter mon bourin mors au dents
Poussant à donfe les BM et les Kawa 500
Je ravageais les terrains vagues entre les algécos
Dégoulinant de sueur glacée jusque sur les canots
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Que vienne vienne le matin avec ses mille tourments
D'y être au QG de ma môgne j′avais fait le serment
La nuit était interminable et barbouillée de glaire
La foudre a buté mon cheval et m′a jeté à terre
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Je vise à l'aube à mon réveil la jupe de ma belle
Elle était là me souriant fallait voir ma gazelle
Les dents pétées les crins blanchit vieux pot au feu minable
J′avais pendant 60 balais couru derrière le diable
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway

The Hunter of Time

We were 30 pilgrims embarked at Glasgow
Sailing on a three-masted square rig for Wicklow Bay
There was an old weathered sea dog on board
He told me his story, he had gone through rough times
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
When I was a young man about to be married
In front of a council house one evening I saw a gorgeous one
We hit it off with a single glance and drifted along
She smelled good like Lancôme, but oh God it was good
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
We scribbled all day in the fields of Pôtres
I told her my little darling we are made for each other
I'm going to ride all night, tell my mother good-bye
I'll come back in the morning and I'll be your man
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
It wasn't midnight yet riding in the zone
There's a clatter from a dump a yellow light
A gathering of bikers, they were three hundred
All dressed in black leather and bright red helmets
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
I never managed to stop my horse foaming at the mouth
Pushing hard against the BMWs and the Kawa 500s
I tore through the wastelands between the prefabricated houses
Dripping with icy sweat right down to the canoes
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Come come morning with its thousand torments
I swore I'd be at my mother's HQ
The night was endless and covered in slime
Lightning struck my horse and threw me to the ground
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
I headed at dawn to wake up my lovely
She was there smiling at me you should have seen my beautiful girl
Broken teeth white hair old pathetic stew
I'd been running after the devil for 60 years
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway