Indochina
7000 Dances
The Ride of the Wheat Fields
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas)
With 4 hands, we hold them
With 4 hands, take my way
With 4 hands, we hold them
With 4 hands, mm-mmmh
Cha! Tcha!
The horses are galloping
We're holding them back towards the wheat fields
Take my way at last
In riding stirrups
We're holding them back
Take my way, my way
It's an immodest day
And which throws away all these imaginary ideas
The influence in its pursuit
Uncertain when we see the sky upside down
Between me, between you
Your iron tongue or cat's tongue, not your tongue
Between you, between me
The new love that is up there
And for soon
All up there! But the horses
Galloping
But the horses oh! oh!
Your appearance is fierce
And I suck your thumb and your freckles
Through the caresses
She is beautiful and fierce and definitely cruel
Be careful you, beware of me
Your iron tongue or cat's tongue, not your tongue...
Beware of me, beware of you
The love in vain that I am afflicted with
/>And on your back
With 4 hands I will join you!
On the way
I will join you
Tcha! Tcha!
Give me
Through the waterfalls
And side by side we look at each other, you look at me
The grip in pursuit of you
Uncertain when you see the sky is upside down
She is not pretty, she is worse
Like a sigh
In Kashmir
Like a sigh
In Kashmir
Seduction! With 4 hands! Seduction!
Take my way at last
Ride in stirrups
The galloping horses
We hold them on the wheat fields
We hold them back
We hold them with 4 hands!