Текст и перевод песни Enrico Macias - L'île du Rhône - Live 1964

L'île du Rhône - Live 1964

On s′en allait, chasss par le cyclone
Et sur la route on nous avait jet
Mais quand on ft prs de l'le du Rhne
On a compris qu′on tait arriv
On a compris qu'on tait arriv
L'le du Rhne semblait nous attendre
L′le sauvage douce l′homme oubli
On a perc sa glaise humide et tendre
Pour y planter nos tentes et nos pommiers
Pour y planter nos tentes et nos pommiers
Que c'tait bon d′arracher les broussailles
Nos mains faisaient reculer la fort
Quand notre terre nous ouvrait ses entrailles
Que c'tait bon d′y planter nos pommiers
Que c'tait bon d′y planter nos pommiers
Etes-vous fous nous disait le village
Connaissez-vous le Rhne de chez nous
L'avez-vous vu quand il est par l'orage
Gros de la Saone et qu′il pleut sur le Ventoux
L′avez-vous vu dans ses grandes colres
Plus dangereux qu'un archange brutal
Tous les cent ans, la chose est lgendaire
Quatre ou cinq fois il nous fait bien du mal
On a gard les amarres nos barques
Car si le Rhne nous donne encore vingt ans
Chaque matin, chaque heure est un miracle
Le sirocco n′en laissait pas autant
Le sirocco n'en laissait pas autant
Regardez-la, c′est notre le cantique
C'est un pome, un bouquet de couleurs
C′est notre terre et c'est notre Amrique
L'eau de ses bords fait le tour de nos coeurs
L′eau de ses bords fait le tour de nos coeurs
Car tous ces jours o l′on courbait l'chine
Pour prparer le sol de nos pommiers
On avait tant, tant besoin de racines
Que c′est aussi nos vies qu'on a plant
Que c′est aussi nos vies qu'on a plant.

The Island of the Rhone - Live 1964

We were driven away, chased by the cyclone
And on the road we were thrown
But when we were near the island of the Rhone
We understood that we had arrived
We understood that we had arrived
The island of the Rhone seemed to be waiting for us
The wild island, sweet and forgotten by man
We pierced its humid and tender clay
To plant our tents and our apple trees
To plant our tents and our apple trees
How good it was to tear up the brambles
Our hands were pushing back the forest
When our land opened its entrails to us
How good it was to plant our apple trees there
How good it was to plant our apple trees there
Are you crazy, the village told us
Do you know the Rhone from our village
Have you seen it when it is in the storm
Swollen by the Saône and when it rains on the Ventoux
Have you seen it in its great anger
More dangerous than a brutal archangel
Every hundred years, the thing is legendary
Four or five times it does us great harm
We kept our boats tied up
Because if the Rhone gives us another twenty years
Every morning, every hour is a miracle
The sirocco did not leave as much
The sirocco did not leave as much
Look at it, it's our island canticle
It's a poem, a bouquet of colors
It's our land and it's our America
The water of its banks goes around our hearts
The water of its banks goes around our hearts
Because all those days when we bent our backs
To prepare the soil for our apple trees
We needed roots so much
That it's also our lives that we planted
That it's also our lives that we planted.