Tri Yann — Le chasseur de temps song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le chasseur de temps" by Tri Yann.
Lyrics
Nous étions 30 pélégrins embarqués à Glasgow
Voguant sur un trois mâts carré pour la baie de whitlow
Y’avait à bord un vieux mataf pilé de chez ridé
Il m’a raconté son histoire, il en avait morflé
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Quand j'étais quitte à marier m’en allant chevaucher
Devant une HLM un soir j’y vis une beauté
On s’est branchés d’un seul regard elle voulait un patin
Elle sentait bon l’eau de lancôme mais dieu que c'était bien
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
On a gribouillé tout le jour devant les champs des pôtres
Je lui ai dit mon petit bouchon on est faits l’un pour l’autre
Je vais chevaucher toute la nuit, dire adieu à ma môgne
Je reviens au petit matin et je serai ton homme
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Il n'était pas minuit sonné cavalant dans la zone
Vient un boucan d’un dépotoir une lumière jaune
Une concentre de motards ils étaient bien trois cent
Tout harnachés de cuir noir et casques rouges sang
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Je n’ai jamais pu arrêter mon bourrin commandant
Poussant à donfe les BM et les Kawa 500
Je ravageais les terrains vagues entre les alges et co
Dégoulinant de sueur glacée jusque sur les canots
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Que vienne vienne le matin avec ses mille tourments
D’y être au QG de ma môgne j’avais fait le serment
La nuit était interminable et barbouillée de glaire
La foudre a buté mon cheval et m’a jeté à terre
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Je vise à l’aube mon réveil la jupe de ma belle
Elle était là me souriant fallait voir ma gazelle
Les dents pétées les crins blanchits vieux pôt au feu minable
J’avais pendant 60 balais couru derrière le diable
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Lyrics translation
We were 30 pilgrims on board in Glasgow
Sailing on a three square masts for whitlow Bay
There was on board an old mataf pounded from ridé
He told me his story.
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
When I was even getting married I was going to ride
In front of an HLM one evening I saw a beauty
We hooked up with one look. she wanted a skate.
She smelled good Lancome water but God it was good
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
We scribbled all day in front of the poster fields
I told him my little cork we're made for each other
I'll ride all night, say goodbye to my Monk
I'll be back in the morning and I'll be your man
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
It was not Midnight rang riding in the area
Comes a scoundrel from a dump a yellow light
A concentration of bikers they were well three hundred
All black leather harness and blood red helmets
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
I've never been able to stop my grumpy commander.
Pushing in donfe the BM and the Kawa 500
I was ravaging the wastelands between the algae and co
Dripping cold sweat all the way to the canoes
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
May Vienna come in the morning with its thousand torments
To be there at the headquarters of my Monk I had taken the oath
The night was endless and smeared with mucus
Lightning killed my horse and threw me to the ground
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, Holloway fellow holloway
I aim at dawn my waking up the skirt of my beautiful
She was there smiling at me had to see my gazelle
Les dents pétées les crins blanchits vieux pôt au feu minable
J’avais pendant 60 balais couru derrière le diable
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway
Holloway, holloway, holloway fellow holloway