La Chevauchée Des Champs de Blés
Indochine
Ride Through the Wheat Fields
With 4 hands we hold them
With 4 hands take my path
With 4 hands we hold them, with 4 hands
Tcha! Tcha!
The horses galloping
We hold them towards the wheat fields
Take my path at last
Riding with the stirrups
We hold them
Take my path, my path
It's an audacious day
And it throws all these imaginary ideas
The grip in its pursuit
Uncertain when you see the sky upside down
Between me, between you
Your iron tongue or cat's tongue, no your tongue
Between you, between me
The new love that is up there!
And soon
Up there! but the horses!
Galloping
But the horses oh! oh!
Your pace is wild
And I suck your thumb and your freckles
Through the caresses
She is beautiful and fierce and inevitably cruel
Beware of you, beware of me
Your iron tongue or cat's tongue, no your tongue...
Beware of me, beware of you
Love in vain that I am afflicted with
And on your back
With 4 hands I join you!
On the way
I join you!
Tcha! tcha!
Give me
Through the waterfalls
And side by side we look at each other, you look at me
The grip in your pursuit
Uncertain when you see the sky upside down
She's not pretty, she's worse
Like a sigh
In Kashmir
Like a sigh
In Kashmir
Seduction! With 4 hands! Seduction!
Take my path at last
Riding with the stirrups
The horses galloping
We hold them on the wheat fields
We hold them
We hold them with 4 hands!
