Sunday, July 28, 2013

Jacques Bertin - The Dashboard Light


LA LAMPE DU TABLEAU DE BORD par SERGIOF42
Original Title: "La Lampe du Tableau de Bord"
The dashboard light it's my north star I'm going far away
Next to me, you are sleeping or I'm alone or you are speaking to me but so far
I do not know anything anymore but the Gauloises with the matches and the silence
I do not know where I'm taking you, where we'll arrive
I do not know, I have with me all my night, my fear
All the girls I loved, all the lost friends, the road is long
My love, My love. It's always very late and it's always the night falling.

I speed in the dark with time to time the call of lights, the friends.
My love, the night glides, there is noone on the road anymore but the rain.
I've forgotten the map, I never remember the rules of the game but it doesn't matter.
I do not know where I'm taking you, where we'll arrive
I do not know, I have with me all my night, my fear
The cry of the widows motionless at the corner of their house, the road is long
My love, My love. It's always very late and it's always the night falling.

A mad woman ran toward me the arms very white, a dog's face
And I've seen big children's despairs that came drinking in my hands
The hunted women in the alcoves keep quiet and worry
I do not know where I'm taking you, where we'll arrive
I do not know, I have with me all my night, my fear
In the lights, I've nailed the call of an unknown christ, the road is long
My love, My love. It's always very late and it's always the night falling.

A morning, we'll arrive, wake up, in a frozen pub, a deserted village
There are sobs, dreams abandonned on the meadows, people's life.
Children going to school and the tied up scarf of friendships that flies away.
I do not know if it's the day or the sky or life
I do not know, it's bright and I am going to sleep
I have nothing left but my love all tired all sad
And something but so little a red hare that ran in the lights.

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