Caliban — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Beeswing
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Beeswing » de Caliban.
Paroles
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said «As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay
And you wouldn’t want me any other way»
Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes
She said «Young man, oh can’t you see I’m not the factory kind
If you don’t take me out of here I’ll surely lose my mind»
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child, she was running wild
She said «As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay
And you wouldn’t want me any other way»
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives
Wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said «Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world, you’ll not own me as well»
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said «As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay
And you wouldn’t want me any other way»
We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn’t wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
Oh the last I heard she’s sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that’s just the price you pay
For the chains you refuse
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn’t want her any other way
Traduction des paroles
Oh la dernière fois que j'ai entendu qu'elle dormait mal sur le derby beat
Cheval Blanc dans sa poche de hanche et un lévrier à ses pieds
Et ils disent qu'elle s'est mariée une fois
Un homme nommé Romany Brown
Mais même une caravane gitane était trop installer
Et ils disent que sa fleur est fanée maintenant
Temps dur et alcool dur
Mais peut-être que c'est juste le prix que vous payez
Pour les chaînes que vous refusez
Oh, elle était une chose rare, très bien comme une aile d'abeille
Et elle me manque plus que jamais les mots pourraient dire
Si je pouvais juste goûter toute sa sauvagerie maintenant
Si je pouvais la tenir dans mes bras aujourd'hui
Et bien, je ne veux de toute autre manière