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Jacques Brel - LE PLAT PAYS - de l'album "Infinitely" -

Translation

With the North Sea as the last wasteland, and waves of dunes to stop the waves, and vague rocks that the tides overtake, and have forever the heart at low tide!
With infinite mists to come, with the East wind, hear it holding on, the flat country that is mine!
With cathedrals instead of mountains, and black belfries like masts of cocagne, where stone devils pick out the clouds.
With the thread of days as their only journey, and rainy paths as their only "Good night!".
With the west wind, listen to its will, the flat country that is mine!
With a sky so low that a canal got lost, with a sky so low that it creates humility, with a sky so gray that a canal hanged itself, with a sky so gray that it must be forgiven!
With the North wind that comes to part, with the North wind, listen to it crack, the flat country that's mine!
With Italy going down the Escaut, with Frida la Blonde when she becomes Margot, when the sons of November come back to us in May, when the plain is steaming and trembling in July!
When the wind blows with laughter, when the wind blows on the wheat, when the wind blows South, listen to it sing, the flat land that is mine!

Written by Jacques Brel