Текст и перевод песни Idir feat. Tryo - L'hymne de nos campagnes

L'hymne de nos campagnes

Si tu es né dans une cité HLM
Je te dédicace ce poème
En espérant qu'au fond de tes yeux ternes
Tu puisses y voir un petit brin d'herbe
Et les mans faut faire la part des choses
Il est grand temps de faire une pause
De troquer cette vie morose
Contre le parfum d'une rose
D ccna d wurar nnaɣ
D swaḥel nnaɣ d isafen nnaɣ
Llan waman swant tɣezza
Cnu ula d kečč err tiɣri i lexla
Pas de boulot, pas de diplômes
Partout la même odeur de zone
Plus rien n'agite tes neurones
Pas même le shit que tu mets dans tes cônes
Ffghen-t wigad i t-yebnan
Ǧǧan axxam d imfelles
Uɣalen d lekra ay kran
Kul aggur ar d ixelles
C'est l'hymne de nos campagnes
De nos rivières, de nos montagnes
De la vie man, du monde animal
Cnu ula d kečč err tiɣri i lexla
Va voir ailleur, rien ne te retient
Assieds-toi près d'une rivière
Ecoute le coulis de l'eau sur la terre
Dis-toi qu'au bout, hé! il y a la mer
Et que ça, ça n'a rien d'éphémère
Tu comprendras alors que tu n'es rien
Comme celui avant toi, comme celui qui vient
Que le liquide qui coule dans tes mains
Te servira à vivre jusqu'à demain matin!
C'est l'hymne de nos campagnes
De nos rivières, de nos montagnes
De la vie man, du monde animal
Crie-le bien fort, use tes cordes vocales!
Tamurt-iw tesɛa imawlan
D kečč akked nekkini
Akken da sen-yehwa xedmen
Wer yezmir ḥed ad tt-yawi
Lève la tête, regarde ces feuilles
Tu verras peut-être un écureuil
Qui te regarde de tout son orgueuil
Sa maison est là, tu es sur le seuil...
D ccna d wurar nnaɣ
D swaḥel nnaɣ d isafen nnaɣ
Llan waman swant tɣezza
Crie-le bien fort, use tes cordes vocales, hé!
Crie-le bien fort, use tes cordes vocales!
Peut-être que je parle pour ne rien dire
Que quand tu m'écoutes tu as envie de rire
Mais si le béton est ton avenir
Dis-toi que c'est la forêt qui fait que tu respires
J'aimerais pour tous les animaux
Que tu captes le message de mes mots
Car un lopin de terre, une tige de roseau
Servira la croissance de tes marmots!
D ccna d wurar nnaɣ
D swaḥel nnaɣ d isafen nnaɣ
Llan waman swant tɣezza
Cnu ula d kečč err tiɣri i lexla
C'est l'hymne de nos campagnes
De nos rivières, de nos montagnes
De la vie man, du monde animal
Crie-le bien fort, use tes cordes vocales, hé!

The Anthem of Our Countryside

If you were born in a housing project flat,
I dedicate this poem to you,
Hoping that deep within your weary eyes,
You might see a little blade of grass.
And my dear, let's face the facts,
It's high time to take a break,
To trade this dreary life,
For the fragrance of a rose.
This is our garden,
Our plains and our mountains,
Where water flows abundantly,
Who else but you would bring tears to my eyes?
No job, no diplomas,
The same smell of the projects everywhere,
Nothing stirs your neurons anymore,
Not even the hash you put in your joints.
You've built your life in a crumbling building,
Among markets and failures,
Where screams become cries,
And every brick is falling apart.
This is the anthem of our countryside,
Of our rivers, of our mountains,
Of life itself, of the animal world,
Who else but you would bring tears to my eyes?
Go see elsewhere, nothing holds you back,
Sit by a river,
Listen to the water flowing over the earth,
Tell yourself that at the end, hey! there's the sea,
And that, that's not ephemeral.
You'll then understand that you are nothing,
Like the one before you, like the one who comes,
That the liquid flowing in your hands,
Will help you live until tomorrow morning!
This is the anthem of our countryside,
Of our rivers, of our mountains,
Of life itself, of the animal world,
Shout it out loud, use your vocal cords!
Our land is vast,
With you and me,
As they have always worked,
No one can take it away.
Lift your head, look at these leaves,
You might see a squirrel,
Who looks at you with all his pride,
His home is here, you are on the doorstep...
This is our garden,
Our plains and our mountains,
Where water flows abundantly,
Shout it out loud, use your vocal cords, hey!
Shout it out loud, use your vocal cords!
Maybe I'm talking for nothing,
That when you listen to me you want to laugh,
But if concrete is your future,
Tell yourself it's the forest that makes you breathe.
I wish for all animals,
That you grasp the message of my words,
Because a piece of land, a stem of reed,
Will help your little ones grow!
This is our garden,
Our plains and our mountains,
Where water flows abundantly,
Who else but you would bring tears to my eyes?
This is the anthem of our countryside,
Of our rivers, of our mountains,
Of life itself, of the animal world,
Shout it out loud, use your vocal cords, hey!