Probablement (et je le dis sincèrement) la chanson qui m'a le plus fait voyager de ma vie entière Ne l'ayant pas entendue la première fois avec cette vidéo, je me suis imaginé un ancien guerrier en armure partir dans la nature, profitant du moment présent dans des montagnes verdoyantes au teint printanier, les fleurs jaunes et blanches sur un parterre herbeux à perte de vue avec par-ci par-là quelques forêts sur les bords montagneux Je sais que le chant est déjà de l'art, mais l'écriture de cette chanson et sa mise en œuvre est plus que de l'art, c'est pour moi du *grand art*
Excellent, je trouve que ça représente très bien le fait que nous menons souvent des vies modernes qui nous ennuie a mort simplement car nous devons tous "gagner" notre vie car elle n'est pas gratuite en ce monde... Mais si nous en avions vraiment le choix, il en serait tout autre...
Je parle bien sur de considérations monétaires ici, comme les gens comme moi qui ne peuvent compter sur personne d'autres pour acquitter les factures courantes de la vie...
I can translate it for you but know that this song rely on wordplay that will not be able to be translated in other languages: Walk for hours through the forest Breathe through the nose, never turn around Put one foot in front of the other to find rest Lay the beacons of a new world At dusk, reach the clearing Voluntary hermit, escaped from hell Make a prayer and make a wood fire Drinking at the river for the first time Unfold the canvas to make it a shelter Breaking the silence by making a loud cry Screaming head-to-head to hear the echo And count the stars, lying on his back Bathed in the light of a aurora borealis Realize that beauty is sideral Slow down the pace of the crazy race Enjoy a moment without purpose, without compass Feel the wind caressing her face Adjust its focus, blend in with the landscape Add seconds to the movie of his life Drain his brain, fall asleep Diving into the lake of the country of Morpheus Fertilize the land where ideas germinate Scavenging the great caribou in the woods Smoke in the pipe of the good Manitou Singing with Hare, Fox and Wolf Praise to the wolverine hide Playing old lady with a leprechaun Descend into the cave with the wildfires Let poetry decide its fate Go out in the morning and accept death Bite into life without thinking about tomorrow Keep heading straight for his destiny
@@David_Larkin I would say this would be a closer translation of the lyrics: Walking for hours through the forest Breathe through your nose, never look back Put one foot in front of the other to find rest Laying down markers for a new world At dusk, reach the clearing Voluntary hermit escaped from hell Make a prayer and build a fire Drink from the river for the first time Unfold the canvas for shelter Break the silence with a loud cry Scream at the top of your lungs to hear the echo And count the stars lying on your back Bathed in the light of an aurora borealis Realizing that beauty is sidereal Slowing the pace of the mad rush Wander aimlessly for a moment, without compass Feel the wind caress your face Adjusting your focus, blending into the landscape Add seconds to the film of your life Drain your brain, fall asleep Plunge into the lake of Morpheus land Fertilize the soil where ideas germinate Find the great caribou in the woods Smoke in the pipe of the good Manitou Sing with the hare, the fox and the wolf Weaving towards the wolverine's hideout Play the hurdy-gurdy with a leprechaun Go down into the cave with the will-o'-the-wisps Let poetry decide your fate Go out in the morning and accept death Bite into life without a thought for tomorrow Steer a steady course towards your destiny
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Probablement (et je le dis sincèrement) la chanson qui m'a le plus fait voyager de ma vie entière
Ne l'ayant pas entendue la première fois avec cette vidéo, je me suis imaginé un ancien guerrier en armure partir dans la nature, profitant du moment présent dans des montagnes verdoyantes au teint printanier, les fleurs jaunes et blanches sur un parterre herbeux à perte de vue avec par-ci par-là quelques forêts sur les bords montagneux
Je sais que le chant est déjà de l'art, mais l'écriture de cette chanson et sa mise en œuvre est plus que de l'art, c'est pour moi du *grand art*
Le gens se rendent pas compte à quel point c'est ardu d'écrire de cette façon! Une prouesse littéraire et une excellente chanson! Chapeau!
Une des meilleures chansons québécoises! Mes aieux, le meilleur band. J'adore leurs chansons. Malheureusement, on perd nos racines de plus en plus.
Excellent, je trouve que ça représente très bien le fait que nous menons souvent des vies modernes qui nous ennuie a mort simplement car nous devons tous "gagner" notre vie car elle n'est pas gratuite en ce monde...
Mais si nous en avions vraiment le choix, il en serait tout autre...
"pourquoi gagner ma vie, je l'ai deja"
B. Vian
Je parle bien sur de considérations monétaires ici, comme les gens comme moi qui ne peuvent compter sur personne d'autres pour acquitter les factures courantes de la vie...
ce groupe m a fait connaître la poésie, j adore même si juste une fille ....
Quel belle chanson !!
magnifique,merci
Excellente chanson, une de mes préférées de Mes Aïeux, mais une version de meilleure qualité du vidéo clip, ce serait fort bien apprécié!
legends in Portuguese, pls.
Or in English
I can translate it for you but know that this song rely on wordplay that will not be able to be translated in other languages:
Walk for hours through the forest
Breathe through the nose, never turn around
Put one foot in front of the other to find rest
Lay the beacons of a new world
At dusk, reach the clearing
Voluntary hermit, escaped from hell
Make a prayer and make a wood fire
Drinking at the river for the first time
Unfold the canvas to make it a shelter
Breaking the silence by making a loud cry
Screaming head-to-head to hear the echo
And count the stars, lying on his back
Bathed in the light of a aurora borealis
Realize that beauty is sideral
Slow down the pace of the crazy race
Enjoy a moment without purpose, without compass
Feel the wind caressing her face
Adjust its focus, blend in with the landscape
Add seconds to the movie of his life
Drain his brain, fall asleep
Diving into the lake of the country of Morpheus
Fertilize the land where ideas germinate
Scavenging the great caribou in the woods
Smoke in the pipe of the good Manitou
Singing with Hare, Fox and Wolf
Praise to the wolverine hide
Playing old lady with a leprechaun
Descend into the cave with the wildfires
Let poetry decide its fate
Go out in the morning and accept death
Bite into life without thinking about tomorrow
Keep heading straight for his destiny
@@David_Larkin I would say this would be a closer translation of the lyrics:
Walking for hours through the forest
Breathe through your nose, never look back
Put one foot in front of the other to find rest
Laying down markers for a new world
At dusk, reach the clearing
Voluntary hermit escaped from hell
Make a prayer and build a fire
Drink from the river for the first time
Unfold the canvas for shelter
Break the silence with a loud cry
Scream at the top of your lungs to hear the echo
And count the stars lying on your back
Bathed in the light of an aurora borealis
Realizing that beauty is sidereal
Slowing the pace of the mad rush
Wander aimlessly for a moment, without compass
Feel the wind caress your face
Adjusting your focus, blending into the landscape
Add seconds to the film of your life
Drain your brain, fall asleep
Plunge into the lake of Morpheus land
Fertilize the soil where ideas germinate
Find the great caribou in the woods
Smoke in the pipe of the good Manitou
Sing with the hare, the fox and the wolf
Weaving towards the wolverine's hideout
Play the hurdy-gurdy with a leprechaun
Go down into the cave with the will-o'-the-wisps
Let poetry decide your fate
Go out in the morning and accept death
Bite into life without a thought for tomorrow
Steer a steady course towards your destiny