Paroles de The Rifle
Alela Diane
Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
To keep me away from home
Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods!
Oh they're coming from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh my mama you're running too
Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
And I've been holding onto the gold
When lettin' go would free my hands
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet
And Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods!
Oh they're coming from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
And I can't have those dirty pads down that carpet anymore
No, no I can't have the dirty pads down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
And there were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes marching through
So I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
And moving back
Oh I'm moving back to
Face the lack of home
InterprèteAlela Diane
LabelAlela Diane - sous licence exclusive AllPoints
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Traduction de The Rifle
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Traduction en FrançaisThe Rifle
Le fusil
Fight my fireplace glow
On se bat et mon foyer rougeoie
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
J'ai frappé à cette porte pendant mon sommeil
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
Je lutte contre la lueur du foyer pour me tenir loin
To keep me away from home
Pour me tenir éloignée de chez moi
Papa, prends le fusil posé au-dessus de la grande porte
Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
Ils viennent par les bois !
They're coming from the woods!
Oh, ils viennent par les bois !
Oh they're coming from the woods!
Et Maman, toi aussi tu t'enfuis
Oh, Maman tu t'enfuis aussi
And mama you're running too
Maman, toi aussi tu t'enfuis
Oh my mama you're running too
Oh, Maman tu t'enfuis aussi
Mama you're running too
Mon frère, je suis désolé que tu aies vu les tableaux brûler
Oh my mama you're running too
Mais je me suis accrochée à l'or
Alors qu'en l'abandonnant j'aurais eu les mains libres
Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
Et j'ai tenté de te lier la langue
And I've been holding onto the gold
Oh, j'ai voulu te lier la langue
When lettin' go would free my hands
Pour masquer cette mort, pour envelopper cette mort d'un drap
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Et papa, décroche le fusil posé au-dessus de la grande porte
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Ils viennent par les bois !
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet
Oh, ils viennent par les bois !
Et Maman, toi aussi tu t'enfuis
And Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
Oh, Maman tu t'enfuis aussi
They're coming from the woods!
Maman, toi aussi tu t'enfuis
Oh they're coming from the woods!
Oh, Maman tu t'enfuis aussi
Mon frère, je suis désolé que tu aies vu les tableaux brûler
And mama you're running too
Je ne peux plus supporter ces traces de pas sur le tapis
Oh, my mama you're running too
Non, je ne peux plus supporter cette crasse sur le tapis
Mama you're running too
Il y a eu trop de lourdes bottes
Oh, my mama you're running too
Il y a eu trop de lourdes bottes
Il y a eu trop de lourdes bottes
Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
Et il y a eu trop de grosses bottes noires
And I can't have those dirty pads down that carpet anymore
Et il y a eu trop de petites chaussures brunes
No, no I can't have the dirty pads down that carpet anymore
Qui ont défilé par ici
There were too many heavy boots
Alors je mets ça sur le compte du ciel
There were too many heavy boots
Oh, je mets ça sur le compte du ciel
There were too many heavy boots
Alors je mets ça sur le compte du ciel
And there were too many big black boots
Oh, je mets ça sur le compte du ciel
And there were too many little brown shoes marching through
Et je reviens en arrière
Oh, je reviens en arrière pour
So I'm countin' it to the sky
Affronter la perte de mon foyer
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
Note :
I'm countin' it to the sky
J'ai profité des répétitions pour essayer de rendre les doubles sens ou éviter quelques lourdeurs de traduction. Pas toutes hélas, mais si quelqu'un a mieux...
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
And moving back
Oh I'm moving back to
Face the lack of home
InterprèteAlela Diane
LabelAlela Diane - sous licence exclusive AllPoints
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