Les trois mousquetaires

Photographie : Shaki Pelott

Vagabonde

Vagabonde, attends le jour

Reste encore un moment

Une heure d'arrêt sur ton chemin

Ne fera pas de moi ton amant.

J'aimais une fille de neige

Quand je faisais la guerre

Fallait se battre en attendant

Que la nuit gèle tout sur terre.

Elle avait les cheveux comme toi

Mais quand elle s'endormait                      Travelling lady, stay awhile

Elle les tissait de longs fils d'or                  Until the night is over

De givre, d'air, de fumée.                           I'm just a station on your way,

                                                                    I know I'm not your lover.

Pourquoi ne dis-tu plus un mot

Debout devant ma porte ?                          Well I lived with a child of snow

Tu savais bien où tu partais                       When I was a soldier

Avant de voir cette route.                           And I fought every man for her

                                                                    Until the nights grew colder.

                                                                   She used to wear her hair like you
                                                                   Except when she was sleeping

                                                                   And then she'd weave it on a loom
                                                                   Of smoke and gold and breathing.

                                                                   And why are you so quiet now
                                                                   Standing there in the doorway ?
                                                                   You chose your journey long before
                                                                   You came upon this highway.

                                                                   Travelling lady stay awhile
                                                                   Until the night is over.
                                                                   I'm just a station on your way,
                                                                   I know I'm not your lover.

Leonard Cohen - Winter Lady

Traduction : Graeme Allwright

Photographie : Shaki Pelott

Les piquets de grève

Photographie : Shaki Pelott