Vagabondage
Vagabondage
La danse du paysage
Et dans les nuages
Le decoupage
D'un tour billon avec des naufrages
Vagabondage
Toujours en route
Nous sommes encore en route
On joue du tambour
On joue de la flute
Comme l'eau qui bondit d'une chute
Nous sommes en route
Et bientot
Dans le berceau
Un autre petit tzigane
Qui jouera du piano
Pour les chemineaux
Dans les bistros de la lune
Saut perilleux
Subitement il pleut
De la lumiere partout
Et puis tout a coup
Nous sommes trois clowns fabuleux
Faisant des sauts perilleux
Nous cinglons
Dans le wagon
D'un train qui grandit sans cesse
Comme l'univers:
Haute dans les airs
Une rose des veuts
Pointe vers des nouvelles plages
TRANSLATION: "Drifting"
Drifting
The dance of the landscape
And in the clouds
The cutout
Of a whirlwind with shipwrecks
Drifting
Always on our way
Again we're on our way
Somebody plays the drum
Somebody plays the flute
Like water leaping from a waterfall
We're on our way
And soon
In the cradle
Another little gypsy
Who will play the piano
For the hobos
In the bars on the moon
Somersault
Suddenly it's raining
Light all over the place
And then all at once
We're three improbable clowns
Doing somersaults
We skim along
In the coach
Of a train that's perpetually expanding
Like the universe:
High in the air
A compass-card
Points toward new shores
La danse du paysage
Et dans les nuages
Le decoupage
D'un tour billon avec des naufrages
Vagabondage
Toujours en route
Nous sommes encore en route
On joue du tambour
On joue de la flute
Comme l'eau qui bondit d'une chute
Nous sommes en route
Et bientot
Dans le berceau
Un autre petit tzigane
Qui jouera du piano
Pour les chemineaux
Dans les bistros de la lune
Saut perilleux
Subitement il pleut
De la lumiere partout
Et puis tout a coup
Nous sommes trois clowns fabuleux
Faisant des sauts perilleux
Nous cinglons
Dans le wagon
D'un train qui grandit sans cesse
Comme l'univers:
Haute dans les airs
Une rose des veuts
Pointe vers des nouvelles plages
TRANSLATION: "Drifting"
Drifting
The dance of the landscape
And in the clouds
The cutout
Of a whirlwind with shipwrecks
Drifting
Always on our way
Again we're on our way
Somebody plays the drum
Somebody plays the flute
Like water leaping from a waterfall
We're on our way
And soon
In the cradle
Another little gypsy
Who will play the piano
For the hobos
In the bars on the moon
Somersault
Suddenly it's raining
Light all over the place
And then all at once
We're three improbable clowns
Doing somersaults
We skim along
In the coach
Of a train that's perpetually expanding
Like the universe:
High in the air
A compass-card
Points toward new shores
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Cockburn
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