Harry Chapin — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson 30,000 Pounds of Bananas
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Paroles
It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.
He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day’s pasty fruits
for everyone in that coal-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John).
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying «shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend.»
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey’s end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he’d go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said «Christ!»
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I’m telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said «God, make it a dream!»
as he rode his last ride down.
And he said «God, make it a dream!»
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he smeared for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
«Boy that sure must’ve been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!»
From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #1
Yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas today
(Spoken: And if that wasn’t enough)
Yes, we have no bananas,
Bananas in Scranton, P A From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #2:
A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping,
and when she sees his eyes are closed,
she sits there, silently weeping,
and though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania
She never ever eats … Bananas
Not one of thirty thousand pounds … of bananas
Traduction des paroles
Il était juste après la nuit quand le camion a commencé vers le bas
la colline qui mène à Scranton en Pennsylvanie.
Portant trente mille livres de bananes.
Portant trente mille livres (hit It Big John) de bananes.
Il était un jeune pilote,
vient de sortir son deuxième emploi.
Et il portait les fruits pâteux du lendemain
pour tout le monde dans cette ville marquée par le charbon
où les enfants jouent sans désespoir
dans la Cour scories-piles et les gens parviennent à manger chaque jour
environ trente mille livres de bananes.
Oui, à peu près trente mille livres (crie encore, John).
Il a passé un signe qu'il aurait dû voir,
dire " passer à la vitesse basse, une amende de cinquante dollars mon ami.»
Il pensait peut-être à la femme à l'air chaud
qui attendait à la fin du voyage.
Il a commencé la chute de deux milles,
la route qui serpente du haut de la colline.
Il poussait à travers les kilomètres raccourcis qui ont couru vers le dépôt.
Encore quelques kilomètres à parcourir,
puis il rentrait à la maison et lui avait facilité sa longue journée à l'étroit.
et l'odeur de trente mille livres de bananes.
Oui l'odeur de trente mille livres de bananes.
Il prenait de la vitesse alors que la ville étendait ses lumières scintillantes sous lui.
Mais il ne prêta aucune attention comme les pensées frissonnantes des nuits
plaisirs allé à travers lui.
Son pied poussa les freins pour le ralentir.
Mais la pédale parqueté facile sans un son.
Il a dit: «Christ!»
C'était drôle comment il avait nommé le seul homme qui pouvait le sauver maintenant.
Il a été piégé dans une impasse hellslide,
équitation sur sa peur-voûté en arrière
est ce que chacun de ces jaune vert
Je vous dis trente mille livres de bananes.
Oui, il y avait trente mille livres de bananes.
Il a à peine fait la courbe de balayage qui a conduit à la pente la plus raide.
Et il a raté le bus de passage reconnaissant à quatre-vingt-dix miles à l'heure.
Et il a dit: «Dieu, fais-en un rêve!»
comme il a roulé sa dernière descente.
Et il a dit: «Dieu, fais-en un rêve!»
comme il a roulé sa dernière descente.