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L'enfant des rizières

C′est un enfant au regard sage
Comme tous ceux qui ont souffert trop tôt
La guerre la pris en otage sur les rives du Huang Ho
Il a suffit d une seconde
Et qu un avion lâche ses bombes sur sa ville
Pour se retrouver seul au monde
Sans n avoir personne qui réponde à ses cris ...a ses cris
Il est né au mauvais jour l'enfant des rizières
Un jour sans amour sur la mauvaise frontière
Mais il n′avais pourtant pas l'age l'enfant des rizières
De la haine ou du courage quand il jouait près de sa mère... près de sa mère
Il a suivi sans rien comprendre les grands qui parlaient d′une autre terre
La peur, la faim nouées au ventre leur barque a traversé la mer
Des hommes aux mains pleines d′espérances
Où l'on peut calmer sa souffrance, son chagrin
Mais combien d′autres dans le silence
Sont morts a bout de résistance au matin... au matin
Il est né au mauvais jour l'enfant des rizières
Un jour sans amour sur la mauvaise frontière
Mais il n′avais pourtant pas l'age l′enfant des rizières
De la haine ou du courage quand il jouait près de sa mère... près de sa mère

The Child of the Rice Fields

He's a child with a wise look
As all those who suffered too early
The war took him hostage on the banks of the Huang Ho
All it took was a second
And a plane drops its bombs on his city
To find himself alone in the world
With no one to answer his cries...to his cries
He was born on the wrong day, the child of the rice fields
A day without love on the wrong border
But he was not yet old enough the child of the rice fields
Of hatred or courage when he played near his mother...near his mother
He followed, without understanding, the adults who spoke of another land
Fear and hunger tied to their bellies, their boat crossed the sea
Men with hands full of hope
Where one can soothe one's suffering, one's sorrow
But how many others in silence
Have died at the end of their endurance in the morning... in the morning
He was born on the wrong day, the child of the rice fields
A day without love on the wrong border
But he was not yet old enough the child of the rice fields
Of hatred or courage when he played near his mother...near his mother