Don McLean — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Homeless Brother
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Homeless Brother » de Don McLean.
Paroles
Was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight
So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show
Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go There’s freedom when you’re walking, even though you’re walking slow
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
It’s hard to be a pack rat, it’s hard to be a 'bo
But living’s so much harder where the heartless people go Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill
And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill
And they envy him, the sunshine and they pity him, the chill
And they’re sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child
Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild
But somewhere’s just like nowhere when you leave it for a while
You’ll find the broken hearted when you’re traveling jungle style
Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage
Where madmen don’t pretend
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night
The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light
The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight
There’s no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight
And you who live on promises and prosper as you please
Well, the victim of our riches often dies of our disease
He can’t hear the factory whistle
Just the lonesome freight trains wheeze
He’s living on good fortune, he ain’t dying on his knees
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
That homeless brother is my friend
Traduction des paroles
Il n'y a pas de place autour du melting pot pour les hommes libres dans leur fuite
Et vous qui vivez sur les promesses et prospérez comme bon vous semble
Eh bien, la victime de nos richesses meurt souvent de notre maladie
Il n'entend pas le sifflement de l'usine
Juste les trains de marchandises solitaires sifflent
Il vit de la chance, il ne meurt pas à genoux
Smash votre bouteille sur une pierre tombale et vivre pendant que vous le pouvez
Ce frère sans abri est mon ami
Ce frère sans abri est mon ami