Furey's - Green Fields of France
- il y a 17 ans
Superbe chanson retraçant les horreurs de la sale guerre (14-18)... merci à ryerin (youtube) Traduction du texte dans les comm (thanks thenelaware)
The Green Fields of France ( Eric Bogle - Irlande ) (par Furey's Brothers and Davy Arthur)
Well, how you do, young Willie Mac Bride,
Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while, 'neath the warm summer sun,
I've been working all day and I'm nearly done,
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen,
When you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen,
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
Or, young Willie MacBride, was it slow and obscene ?
Refrain :
Did they beat the drum slowly ?
Did they play the fife lowly ?
Did they sound the dead march
As they lowered you down ?
And did the band play The Last post and chorus ?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the forest ?
And did you leave a wife or sweetheard behind,
In some faithfull heart is your memory enshrined ?
Although you died back in nineteen sixteen,
In that faithfull heart are you forever nineteen ?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed and forever behind the glass frame,
In an old photograph, torn and battered and stained
And fade to yellow in a brown leather frame ?
***
The sun, now, it shines on the green fields of France,
There's a warm summer breeze, it makes the red poppies dance,
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds,
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns fighting now,
But here in this graveyard, it's still no-man's-land,
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand,
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned
*****
Now, young Willie Mac Bride, I can't help but wonder why,
Do all those who lie here know why they died,
And did they believe when they answered the cause,
Did they really believe that this war would end wars,
Well the sorrows, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The Green Fields of France ( Eric Bogle - Irlande ) (par Furey's Brothers and Davy Arthur)
Well, how you do, young Willie Mac Bride,
Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while, 'neath the warm summer sun,
I've been working all day and I'm nearly done,
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen,
When you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen,
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
Or, young Willie MacBride, was it slow and obscene ?
Refrain :
Did they beat the drum slowly ?
Did they play the fife lowly ?
Did they sound the dead march
As they lowered you down ?
And did the band play The Last post and chorus ?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the forest ?
And did you leave a wife or sweetheard behind,
In some faithfull heart is your memory enshrined ?
Although you died back in nineteen sixteen,
In that faithfull heart are you forever nineteen ?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed and forever behind the glass frame,
In an old photograph, torn and battered and stained
And fade to yellow in a brown leather frame ?
***
The sun, now, it shines on the green fields of France,
There's a warm summer breeze, it makes the red poppies dance,
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds,
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns fighting now,
But here in this graveyard, it's still no-man's-land,
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand,
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned
*****
Now, young Willie Mac Bride, I can't help but wonder why,
Do all those who lie here know why they died,
And did they believe when they answered the cause,
Did they really believe that this war would end wars,
Well the sorrows, the suffering, the glory, the pain,