Leonard Cohen: The Stranger Song
GLI EXTRA DELLE CCG / AWS EXTRAS / LES EXTRAS DES CCGOriginal | L'adattamento francese di Graeme Allwright |
LEONARD COHEN: THE STRANGER SONG It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter. I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. And sweeping up the jokers that he left behind you find he did not leave you very much, not even laughter. Like any dealer he was watching for the card that is so high and wild he'll never need to deal another. He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger. And leaning on your window sill he'll say one day you caused his will to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter. And then taking from his wallet an old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger. But now another stranger seems to want you to ignore his dreams as though they were the burden of some other. O you've seen that man before his golden arm dispatching cards but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter. Ah you hate to watch another tired man lay down his hand like he was giving up the holy game of poker. And while he talks his dreams to sleep you notice there's a highway that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder And suddenly you feel a little older. You tell him to come in sit down but something makes you turn around The door is open you can't close your shelter. You try the handle of the road It opens do not be afraid It's you my love, you who are the stranger It's you my love, you who are the stranger. Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another. Please understand, I never had a secret chart To get me to the heart of this or any other matter When he talks like this, you don't know what he's after When he speaks like this, you don't know what he's after. Let's meet tomorrow if you choose upon the shore, beneath the bridge that they are building on some endless river. Then he leaves the platform for the sleeping car that's warm You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter And it comes to you, he never was a stranger And you say, Ok the bridge or someplace later. And sweeping up the jokers that he left behind you find he did not leave you very much, not even laughter. Like any dealer he was watching for the card that is so high and wild he'll never need to deal another. He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger. And leaning on your window sill He'll say one day you caused his will To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter. And then taking from his wallet An old schedule of trains, he'll say: I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger. | CHANSON DE L'ÉTRANGER Tous les hommes que tu as connus Te disaient qu'ils ne voulaient plus Donner les cartes pris comme dans un piège. C'est dur de retenir la main d'un Homme qui cherche plus loin, Qui veut atteindre le Ciel pour se livrer. Et qui veut atteindre le Ciel pour se livrer. Puis, ramassant les cartes Qui sont restées là sur la table, Tu sais qu'il t'a laissé très peu, pas même son rire. Comme tous les joueurs, il cherchait la carte Qui est si délirante, Qu'il n'aura plus jamais besoin d'une autre. Qu'il n'aura plus jamais besoin d'une autre. Un jour, penché à ta fenêtre, Il te dira qu'il veut renaître, Au monde que ta tendresse lui cache. Puis, sortant de son portefeuille Un vieil horaire de train, Il dit "Je t'avais prévenu, je suis étranger". "Je t'avais prévenu, je suis étranger". Maintenant, un autre étranger Semble vouloir que tu ignores ses rêves, Comme s'ils étaient le fardeau de quelqu'un d'autre. Tu as vu cet homme déjà Donner les cartes avec son bras en or, Et maintenant, tu vois, sa main est figée. Oui, maintenant, tu vois sa main est figée. Mais tu n'aimes pas regarder Un autre homme fatigué Déposer toutes ses cartes comme une défaite. Tandis qu'il rêve jusqu'au sommeil, Dans l'ombre, tu vois comme une fumée, Une route qui monte derrière sa tête. Une route qui monte derrière sa tête. Tu lui dit d'entrer et de s'asseoir, Mais, en te retournant, tu vois Que la porte de ta chambre reste ouverte. Et, quand tu prend sa main, Il dit "N'ai pas peur, ma tendre amie Ce n'est plus moi, ô mon amour, l'étranger". "Ce n'est plus moi, ô mon amour, l'étranger". J'ai attendu, toujours certain De te revoir entre les trains. Bientôt, il va falloir en prendre un autre. Oh, je n'ai jamais eu, tu sais, Pas le moindre plan secret, Ni personne pour me conduire. Et tu te demandes ce qu'il cherche à dire. Oui, tu te demandes ce qu'il veut dire. En bas, au bord du fleuve, demain, Je t'attendrai, si tu veut bien, Là, tout prés du pont qu'ils construissent. Puis, il quitte le quai pou un wagon-lit. Tu sais qu'il cherche un autre abri, Qu'il n'avait jamais été un étranger. Qu'il n'avait jamais été un étranger. Et tu dis "D'accord, le pont Ou bien ailleurs, je viendrai". Un jour, penché à ta fenêtre, Il te dira qu'il veut renaître, Au monde que ta tendresse lui cache. Et, sortant de son portefeuille Un vieil horaire de train, Il dit "Je t'avais prévenu, je suis étranger". "Je t'avais prévenu, je suis étranger". |