Couleur Locale: "The Circle of Limousines"
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EN ROUTE
Morning breaks over the tarmac, cool and bright.
Behind them lies a city they barely knew, yet already loved.
Ahead lies the drawn line of their journey, quiet and uncertain.
But in the slipstream of the aircraft, in the rhythm of ascent,
everything fragile becomes weightless.
Everything unsaid finds its place.
Everything is carried forward.
”Le vent nous portera.”
Songwriters: Jean-paul Roy / Gay Serge Marius Pierre Teyssot / Denis Guy Marc Barthe / Bertrand Lucien Cantat
Songtext “Le vent nous portera” © Universal Music Publishing, Nd Musique
Paroles en français:
Je n'ai pas peur de la route
Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte
Des méandres au creux des reins
Et tout ira bien là
Le vent nous porteraTon message à la Grande Ourse
Et la trajectoire de la course
Un instantané de velours
Même s'il ne sert à rien va
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous porteraLa caresse et la mitraille
Et cette plaie qui nous tiraille
Le palais des autres jours
D'hier et demain
Le vent les porteraGénetique en bandouillère
Des chromosomes dans l'atmosphère
Des taxis pour les galaxies
Et mon tapis volant dis ?
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous porteraCe parfum de nos années mortes
Ce qui peut frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destins
On en pose un et qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?
Le vent l'emporteraPendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi
Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera
Lyrics in English:
I am not afraid of the road,
one should look, one should listen
to the meanderings in your deepest being,
and everything will be all right—
the wind will carry us.Your message to the Great Bear,
and the trajectory of the journey,
a brief moment of velvet delight—
even if it serves no purpose,
the wind will carry it.Everything will disappear, but
the wind will carry us.The caress and the shrapnel,
and this wound that pulls at us,
the palace of former days,
of yesterday and tomorrow—
the wind will carry it.Genetically restrained,
chromosomes in the atmosphere,
taxis for the galaxies,
and my flying carpet glowing—
the wind will carry it.Everything will disappear, but
the wind will carry us.This scent of our lifeless years,
that can come knocking at your door,
with an infinity of destinies—
you choose one, but which do you keep?
The wind will carry it.While the tide is rising
and everyone reckons with themselves once more,
I carry in the hollow of my shadow
the dust of you—
the wind will carry it.Everything will disappear, but
the wind will carry us.
And our travellers?
Sevilla fell away behind them,
but nothing was lost.
