L'arrivée des routes
Anne Vanderlove
The Arrival of the Roads
Today that our mountains
Are prey to the men of money,
Why do you have to leave,
Leaving me behind?
Yesterday in the deep green of the meadows,
We led our calm herds
But roads and taverns have taken over everything
And you, for them, you run away
Once, you and the untouched nature
Now, roads and dust
Who could stop my heart from crying
Your departure and these cursed roads?
Look, see how they have murdered
Our old oak and poplar,
Soiled the slopes of the hills
And blackened the sky with smoke!
You chased away those greedy thieves
Who wanted to plunder our treasures
And you betray us for their sake,
Loving what you once hated,
Every day I lived in happiness
Me, now broken today,
Who could stop my heart from crying
Your departure and these cursed roads?
