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Allongé dans
la bétaillère,
Un
sombre
est transporté,
La
vole,
heureuse et fière,
Dans le grand ciel
de liberté.
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On a wagon
bound for market
There's a
with
a mournful eye.
High above him
there's a
Winging swiftly
through the sky.
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Ecoute hurler le vent,
Vois-le hurler de rire,
Tout au long de la nuit
Et tout un long matin.
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How the winds are laughing,
They laugh
with all their might,
Laugh and laugh
the whole day through
And half
the summer's night.
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Tais-toi, lui dit
le
D'être un
c'est de la peine,
Si tu pouvais
loin t'envoler,
Tu serais
souveraine.
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"Stop complaining,"
said the
"Who told you
a
to be;
Why don't you have
wings to fly with,
Like the
so proud and free?"
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Ecoute hurler le vent,
Vois-le hurler de rire,
Tout au long de la nuit
Et tout un long matin.
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How the winds are laughing,
They laugh
with all their might,
Laugh and laugh
the whole day through
And half
the summer's night.
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Tu es
pour ton malheur,
On te massacre,
on te tourmente.
Pour échapper
à l'oiseleur,
Faut s'appeler
volante.
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Young
you shall be
bound and slaughtered,
Never knowing
the reason why.
But whoever
treasures freedom,
Like the
has learnt to fly.
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Cochonfucius
chantait cela
lorsqu'il rentrait
chez lui à pied.
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Cochonfucius
used to sing that,
sometimes in
yiddish,
when he walked home.
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