Текст и перевод песни Tri Yann - Le chasseur de temps (Live au Festival Les Nuits Salines, Batz-sur-Mer / 20 juillet 2019)

Le chasseur de temps (Live au Festival Les Nuits Salines, Batz-sur-Mer / 20 juillet 2019)

Nous étions 30 pélégrins embarqués à Glasgow
Voguant sur un trois mâts carré pour la baie de Wiglow
Y avait à bord un vieux mataf ridé de chez ridé
Il m'a raconté son histoire, il en avait morflé
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Quand j'étais kid à marier m'en allant chevaucher
Devant une HLM un soir j'y vis une beauté
On s'est branché d'un seul regard et roulait un patin
Elle sentait bon l'eau de Lancôme, mais dieu que c'était bien
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
On a gribouillé tout le jour dedans les champs des Pôtres
Je lui ai dit fillette jeunette, on est fait l'un pour l'autre
Je vais chevaucher toute la nuit, pour dire adieu aux miens
Juré je reviens t'épouser dès le petit matin
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Il n'était pas minuit sonné cavalant dans la zone
Vient un boucan d'un dépotoir une lumière jaune
Une concentre de motards, ils étaient bien trois cents
Tout harnachés de cuir noir et casques rouges sang
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Et je n'ai jamais pu arrêter mon bourrin commandant
Poussant à donfe les BM et les Kawa 500
Je ravageais les terrains vagues entre les alges et co
Dégoulinant de sueur glacée jusque sur les canots
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Que vienne vienne le matin avec ses mille tourments
D'y être au QG de ma môgne j'avais fait le serment
La nuit était interminable et barbouillée de glaire
La foudre a buté mon cheval et m'a jeté à terre
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Je vise à l'aube à mon réveil la jupe de ma belle
Elle était là me souriant fallait voir ma gazelle
Les dents pétées les crins blanchit vieux pot au feu minable
J'avais durant 60 balais couru derrière le diable
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
(Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway)
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
(Holloway, Holloway, Holloway) fellow Holloway

The Time Hunter (Live at the Les Nuits Salines Festival, Batz-sur-Mer / July 20, 2019)

We were 30 pilgrims embarked in Glasgow
Sailing on a square-rigged three-master for the bay of Wiglow
There was on board an old sea wolf wrinkled as can be
He told me his story, he had suffered a lot
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
When I was a kid to get married and go riding
In front of a council flat one evening I saw a beauty
We hooked up with just a glance and had a blast
She smelled good like Lancôme's water, but God was it good
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
We scribbled all day in the fields of Les Pôtres
I told her young girl, we are made for each other
I'm going to ride all night, to say goodbye to my family
I swear I'll come back to marry you at dawn
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
It was not midnight striking riding in the zone
Comes a racket from a dump a yellow light
A gang of bikers, there were three hundred
All harnessed in black leather and red blood helmets
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
And I could never stop my horse commanding
Pushing the BM and the Kawa 500 to the max
I ravaged the wastelands between the seaweed and co
Dripping with icy sweat down to the boats
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
May the morning come with its thousand torments
I swear I will be at my HQ
The night was endless and smeared with gunk
Lightning killed my horse and threw me to the ground
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
I aim for my darling's skirt at dawn when I wake up
She was there smiling at me, you should have seen my gazelle
Broken teeth, gray hair, old miserable stew
I had been running after the devil for 60 years
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
(Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway)
Holloway, Holloway, Holloway fellow Holloway
(Holloway, Holloway, Holloway) fellow Holloway