La Montagne

They leave one by one the country
To go earn their living
Far from the land where they were born
They’ve dreamed of it for so long
Of the city and its secrets
Of the laminate and the movies
The old folks, it wasn’t anything new
When they wiped their lips
With the back of their sleeves
But they all knew how to
Kill the quail or the partridge
And eat the goat cheese

But oh, how beautiful the mountain is
How can you imagine
Seeing a flock of swallows
That autumn has just arrived?

With their hands above their heads
They built little walls
Up to the top of the hill
No matter the days, the years
They all had a noble soul
Twisted like a vine
The vines run through the forest
The wine will no longer be drawn
It was a horrible swill
But it made for centenarians
To not know what to do with it
If it didn’t make you dizzy

But oh, how beautiful the mountain is
How can you imagine
Seeing a flock of swallows
That autumn has just arrived?

Two goats and then a few sheep
One good year and the next not
And with no vacations and no outings
The girls want to go to the dance
There’s nothing more normal
Than wanting to live your life
Their lives, they’ll be cops or civil servants
Waiting without a care
For retirement to ring
You gotta know what you love
And go back to your apartment
Eating hormone-fed chicken

But oh, how beautiful the mountain is
How can you imagine
Seeing a flock of swallows
That autumn has just arrived?