Les Cowboys Fringants — Le hurlot song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le hurlot" by Les Cowboys Fringants.
Lyrics
La vie c’est dûr pour un cowboy
c’est dûr aussi pour mon ch’val Brown Sugar!
Et je rêve aux verts pâturages
Tout en fumant mes Bensons and Hedges
Tout c’temps làj'reste dans l’sous sol
j'écoute Willie Lamothe j’rêve àCosta Del Sol
c’est si dûr de vivre dans un pays de neige
Quand tu es un cowboy fringant
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii
Après ça je m’en va a l'écurie, je flatte mon fusil
Et je flânne dans le foin, et d’une main je saisi mon harmonica
Et j’en joue jusqu’aux p’tites heures de la nuit
Et je me dis qu’un jour l'étéarrivera
Les oiseaux gazouilleront, le ruisseau chantera
Et avec mon fidèle Brown Sugar nous parcoureront les villes et les villages
Mais heureusement qu’il y a l’amitié
Qui céque je vois rentrécémon chum Momon Blo (Momon Blo)
Et avec sa voix remplie de tremolo
Il me chantera une jolie complainte
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
Ho yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle yo dle iiiiiii
yo dle hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo dle hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo dle hiii hiiii hiiii
Cowboys Fringants (Les) Lyrics
Lyrics translation
Life is due to a cowboy
it's also due to my Ch'val Brown Sugar!
And I dream of green pastures
While smoking my Bensons and Hedges
All this time there I stay in the basement
I listen to Willie Lamothe I dream atcosta Del Sol
it's so hard to live in a country of snow
When you're a dashing cowboy
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
yo Mister hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo Mister hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo Mister Hiiii hiiii hiiii
After that I go to the stable, I flatter my rifle
And I wander in the hay, and with one hand I grasp my harmonica
And I play it till the wee hours of the night
And I think one day summer will come
The birds will chirp, the stream will sing
And with my faithful Brown Sugar We will travel the cities and villages
But fortunately there is friendship
Who CeCe I see retrecémon Chum Momon Blo (Momon Blo)
And with his tremolo-filled voice
He'll sing me a nice lament
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
yo Mister hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo Mister hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo Mister Hiiii hiiii hiiii
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
yo Mister hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo Mister hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo Mister Hiiii hiiii hiiii
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
Ho yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr yo Mr iiiiiii
yo Mister hiiii hiiiii hiiiii yo Mister hiiii hiiii hiiiii yo Mister Hiiii hiiii hiiii
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