Текст и перевод песни Les Cowboys Fringants - Le Hurlot

Le Hurlot

La vie c'est d? r pour un cowboy
C'est d? r aussi pour mon ch'val Brown Sugar!
Et je r? ve aux verts p? turages
Tout en fumant mes Bensons and Hedges

Tout c'temps l? j'reste dans l'sous sol
J'? coute Willie Lamothe j'r? ve? Costa Del Sol
C'est si d? r de vivre dans un pays de neige
Quand tu es un cowboy fringant

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii

Apr? s? a je m'en va a l'? curie, je flatte mon fusil
Et je fl? nne dans le foin, et d'une main je saisi mon harmonica
Et j'en joue jusqu'aux p'tites heures de la nuit

Et je me dis qu'un jour l'? t? arrivera
Les oiseaux gazouilleront, le ruisseau chantera
Et avec mon fid? le Brown Sugar nous parcoureront les villes et les villages

Mais heureusement qu'il y a l'amiti?
Qui c? que je vois rentr? c? mon chum Momon Blo (Momon Blo)
Et avec sa voix remplie de tremolo
Il me chantera une jolie complainte

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii

The Howler

Life's tough for a cowboy
It's also tough for my horse Brown Sugar!
And I dream of green pastures
While smoking my Bensons and Hedges

All this time I stay in the basement
I listen to Willie Lamothe and dream of Costa Del Sol
It's so hard to live in a snowy country
When you're a dashing cowboy

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii

After that I go to the stable, I caress my gun
And I stroll in the hay, and with one hand I grab my harmonica
And I play it until the wee hours of the night

And I tell myself that one day summer will come
The birds will chirp, the stream will sing
And with my faithful Brown Sugar we will travel through towns and villages

But luckily there's friendship
Who do I see coming in? It's my buddy, Momon Blo (Momon Blo)
And with his voice filled with tremolo
He will sing me a pretty lament

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii

Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii