La traduction de Written On The Forehead de PJ Harvey est disponible en bas de page juste après les paroles originales
People throwing dinars at the bellydancers
In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil
People throw belongings and lifetime's earnings
Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk
Date palms and orange and tangerine trees
And eyes are crying for everything
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn
Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire
So I talked to an old man by the generator
(Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river
(Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
He turned to me and then surveyed the scene
(Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
Said war is here in our beloved city
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
(Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Some dove in the river and tried to swim away
(Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
Through tons of sewage, fate written on their foreheads
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Date palms and orange and tangerine trees
(Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn)
And eyes were crying for everything
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Let it burn, let it burn (let it burn, burn, burn)
(Blood, blood, blood, blood and fire)
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn
Traduction Written On The Forehead - PJ Harvey
Des gens jetant des dinars
A des danseuses du ventre
Dans un triste cirque
A côté une tranchée d'huile brûlante.
Les gens jettent des biens,
Les gains d'une vie
Parmi les déchets dispersés
Et les valises sur le trottoir
Dattiers ,orangers
Et mandariniers
Et des yeux pleuraient
Pour rien
J'ai parlé à un vieil homme
Par le générateur,
Debout sur le gravier
De la rivière fétide.
Il se tourna vers moi,
Puis surveilla la scène,
Dit,"la guerre est ici
Dans notre bien aimé cité"
Certains sautaient dans la rivière
Et essayaient de nager loin
A travers 10,000 tonnes d'eaux usées
Destin écrits sur leur front,
Dattiers,orangers
Et mandariniers,
Et des yeux pleuraient
Pour rien.
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