Long Is the Road [French translation]

Across our winds, passed our frontier

In these countries the sun of sand and of stone

There where despite the crosses and the prayers

The both two have forgotten about these cursedlands

In his poor suitcase, his scarce things

A banal history of man and of misery

He holds in his shirt his last richess

His two courageous arms, his rude youth

And everything against his skin, like an Inca treasure

His name on the visa for the U.S.A.

Mais la route est longue

Difficile est le voyage

Lourd est mon load?

Mais profond est ma foi

Longue est la route

On the Motorway sixty one, the shadow of Zimmerman

Ten trains of losers for a Rockfeller

To burn his skin to be a Battling Joe

When each hope turns into dollars

Until the bannières? where the stars s'affichent?

Under the lights, everything is white, clean and rich

From black Thursday to the blues of John Ford

In each history there is hidden a gold hunter

Mais la route est longue

Difficile est le voyage

Lourd est mon load?

Mais profond est ma foi

Longue est la route