Текст и перевод песни Tire le coyote - Moissonneuse-batteuse

Moissonneuse-batteuse

Les champs sont déserts et la récolte est bonne
J'ai fait le plein de sang et mon moteur fonctionne
La Lune en Saturne, la finale sera joyeuse
J'te laisserai les commandes, partons en moissonneuse-batteuse

Ton fleuve est grandiose, j'emprunterai tes battures
Les détours sont permis pour contempler la nature
Je mangerai tes racines, je creuserai tes collines
"This land is your land", me dit Woody Guthrie

Le courant passe, reste à choisir le ch'min
On branchera nos radars dans l'deux-cent-vingt
Du nord au sud, je longerai ta beauté
Je laisserai ton épicentre secouer mes pensées
Enterrons le silence de nos torsades lumineuses
Je garderai la cadence, partons en moissonneuse-batteuse

Le courant passe, reste à choisir le ch'min
On branchera nos radars dans l'deux-cent-vingt

Le courant passe, reste à choisir le ch'min
On branchera nos radars dans l'deux-cent-vingt

Combine Harvester

The fields are deserted and the harvest is good
I filled up with blood and my engine is running
The Moon in Saturn, the final will be joyful
I'll let you take the controls, let's go on a combine harvester

Your river is magnificent, I'll borrow your threshing floors
Detours are allowed to contemplate nature
I'll eat your roots, I'll dig your hills
"This land is your land", Woody Guthrie told me

The current is flowing, now you have to choose the path
We'll plug our radars into the two-hundred-and-twenty
From north to south, I'll follow your beauty
I'll let your epicentre shake my thoughts
Let's bury the silence of our bright twists
I'll keep the pace, let's go on a combine harvester

The current is flowing, now you have to choose the path
We'll plug our radars into the two-hundred-and-twenty

The current is flowing, now you have to choose the path
We'll plug our radars into the two-hundred-and-twenty