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Chanson d\u2019Orkenise<\/strong><\/td><\/td><\/tr>
Par les portes d\u2019Orkenise
Veut entrer un charretier.
Par les portes d\u2019Orkenise
Veut sortir un va-nu-pieds.
Et les gardes de la ville
Courant sus au va-nu-pieds:
\u2018Qu\u2019 emportes-tu de la ville?\u2019
\u2018J\u2019y laisse mon coeur entier.\u2019
Et les gardes de la ville
Courant sus au charretier:
\u2018Qu\u2019apportes-tu dans la ville?\u2019
\u2018Mon coeur pour me marier!\u2019
Que de coeurs, dans Orkenise!
Les gardes riaient, riaient.
Va-nu-pieds la route est grise,
L\u2019amour grise, \u00f4 charretier.
Les beaux gardes de la ville
Tricotaient superbement;
Puis les portes de la ville
Se ferm\u00e8rent lentement.<\/td>
Through the gates of Orkenise
A waggoner wants to enter.
Through the gates of Orkenise
A vagabond wants to leave.
And the sentries guarding the town
Rush up to the vagabond:
‘What are you taking from the town?’
‘I’m leaving my whole heart behind.’
And the sentries guarding the town
Rush up to the waggoner:
‘What are you carrying into the town?’
‘My heart in order to marry.’
So many hearts in Orkenise!
The sentries laughed and laughed:
Vagabond, the road’s not merry,
Love makes you merry, O waggoner!
The handsome sentries guarding the town
Knitted vaingloriously;
The gates of the town then
Slowly closed.<\/td><\/tr>
H\u00f4tel<\/strong><\/td><\/td><\/tr>
Ma chambre a la forme d\u2019une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fen\u00eatre
Mais moi qui veux fumer pour faire des mirages
J\u2019allume au feu du jour ma cigarette
Je ne veux pas travailler je veux fumer<\/td>		My room is shaped like a cage
The sun slips its arm through the window
But I who want to smoke to make mirages
I light my cigarette on daylight’s fire
I do not want to work I want to smoke<\/td><\/tr>
Fagnes de Wallonie<\/strong><\/td>Walloon moss-hags<\/strong><\/td><\/tr>
Tant de tristesses
pl\u00e9ni\u00e8res Prirent mon coeur aux fagnes d\u00e9sol\u00e9es
Quand las j\u2019ai repos\u00e9 dans les sapini\u00e8res
Le poids des kilom\u00e8tres pendant que r\u00e2lait
le vent d\u2019ouest
J\u2019avais quitt\u00e9le joli bois
Les \u00e9cureuils y sont rest\u00e9s
Ma pipe essayait de faire des nuages
Au ciel
Qui restait pur obstin\u00e9ment
Je n\u2019ai confi\u00e9 aucun secret sinon une chanson \u00e9nigmatique
Aux tourbi\u00e8res humides
Les bruy\u00e8res fleurant le miel
Attiraient les abeilles
Et mes pieds endoloris
Foulaient les myrtilles et les airelles
Tendrement mari\u00e9e
Nord
Nord
La vie s\u2019y tord
En arbres forts
Et tors
La vie y mord
La mort
\u00c0 belles dents
Quand bruit le vent<\/td>		So much utter sadness
Seized my heart in the desolate upland moss-hags
When weary I set down in the fir plantation
The weight of kilometres to the roar
Of the west wind
I had left the pretty wood
The squirrels stayed there
My pipe tried to make clouds
In the sky
Which stubbornly stayed clear
I confided no secret but an enigmatic song
To the dank peat-bogs
The honey-fragrant heather
Attracted the bees
And my sore feet
Crushed bilberries and whortleberries
Tenderly united
North
North
Life is gnarled there
In strong trees
And twisted
Life there bites
Death
Voraciously
When the wind howls<\/td><\/tr>
Voyage<\/strong> \u00e0<\/strong> Paris<\/strong><\/td>Trip to Paris<\/strong><\/td><\/tr>
Ah! la charmante chose
Quitter un pays morose
Pour Paris
Paris joli
Qu\u2019un jour
Dut cr\u00e9er l\u2019Amour<\/td>		Oh! how delightful
To leave a dismal
Place for Paris
Charming Paris
That one day
Love must have made
Oh! how delightful
To leave a dismal
Place for Paris<\/td><\/tr>
Sanglots<\/strong><\/td>Sobs<\/strong><\/td><\/tr>
Notre amour est r\u00e9gl\u00e9 par les calmes \u00e9toiles
Or nous savons qu\u2019en nous beaucoup d\u2019hommes respirent
Qui vinrent de tr\u00e8s loin et sont un sous nos fronts
C\u2019est la chanson des r\u00eaveurs
Qui s\u2019\u00e9taient arrach\u00e9 le coeur
Et le portaient dans la main droite
Souviens-t\u2019en cher orgueil de tous ces souvenirs
Des marins qui chantaient comme des conqu\u00e9rants
Des gouffres de Thul\u00e9 des tendres cieux d\u2019Ophir
Des malades maudits de ceux qui fuient leur ombre
Et du retour joyeux des heureux \u00e9migrants
De ce coeur il coulait du sang
Et le r\u00eaveur allait pensant
A sa blessure d\u00e9licate
Tu ne briseras pas la cha\u00eene de ces causes
Et douloureuse et nous disait
Qui sont les effets d\u2019autres causes
Mon pauvre coeur mon coeur bris\u00e9
Pareil au coeur de tous les hommes
Voici voici nos mains que la vie fit esclaves
Est mort d\u2019amour ou c\u2019est tout comme
Est mort d\u2019amour et le voici Ainsi vont toutes choses,
Arrachez donc le v\u00f4tre aussi
Et rien ne sera libre jusqu\u2019\u00e0 la fin des temps
Laissons tout aux morts
Et cachons nos sanglots<\/td>		Our love is governed by the calm stars
Now we know that in us many men have their being
Who came from afar and are one beneath our brows
It is the song of the dreamers
Who tore out their hearts
And carried them in their right hands
Remember dear pride all these memories
The sailors who sang like conquerors
The chasms of Thule the gentle Ophir skies
The accursed sick those who flee their shadows
And the joyous return of happy emigrants
This heart ran with blood
And the dreamer kept thinking
Of his delicate wound
You shall not break the chain of these causes
Of his painful wound and said to us
Which are the effects of other causes
My poor heart my broken heart
Like the hearts of all men
Here here are our hands that life enslaved
Has died of love or so it seems
Has died of love and here it is Such is the fate of all things
So tear out yours too
And nothing will be free till the end of time
Let us leave all to the dead
And conceal our sobs<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Chanson d\u2019Orkenise Par les portes d\u2019OrkeniseVeut entrer un charretier.Par les portes d\u2019OrkeniseVeut sortir un va-nu-pieds.Et les gardes de la villeCourant sus au va-nu-pieds:\u2018Qu\u2019 emportes-tu de la ville?\u2019\u2018J\u2019y laisse mon coeur entier.\u2019Et les gardes de la villeCourant sus au charretier:\u2018Qu\u2019apportes-tu dans la ville?\u2019\u2018Mon coeur pour me marier!\u2019Que de coeurs, dans Orkenise!Les gardes riaient, riaient.Va-nu-pieds la route […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":5690,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-5644","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5644","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5644"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5644\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5690"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emersonavenuesalons.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5644"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}