En écoutant les Churchfitters

Le 20 décembre 2003, j'ai commis ce texte en anglais (merci Catherine d'avoir relu...) en pensant à la musique des Churchfitters. Le matin dans les embouteillages, je divague en écoutant leurs albums, après il suffit de jeter les idées sur le papier... Dommage qu'il n'y ait pas de musique dessus, flûte, harpe et violon de préférence, doux au début, gigue endiablée au refrain...

Music through the oceans

A murmur

One day, at the end of the day, standing on the strand, facing the sea,

Twilight hour or twilight zone, nobody knows…

A red sun is swallowed by the water, under the threat of the clouds.

My feet are putting down roots in the Irish shore.

Chorus

I hear the pipe, I hear the flute,

I hear the voice, ain't it so cute ?

No not at all, there's no realty

But from the depths, a full beauty

See the glowing wave, through the sparkling foam,

O my heart be brave, hear the oldest moan.

Wild wind is blowing, primal blast's coming

From the universe, no mercy for us.

Chorus

Tempest and lightning, where is the meaning

When sky is roaring, and People 's crying.

Coming from Lowlands, climbing to Highlands

Sinners are dying, nobody's listening.

Chorus

Hurry up, a sound ! Come to hear this sound,

Great sound of fullness, peace and happiness

What a shock I feel, when you are so still

Time is shivering, angels are blowing...