Jacques Brel
Miscellaneous
The Flat Country
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Jacques Brel - Le Plat Pays
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With the North Sea for last wasteland,
And waves of dunes to stop the waves,
And vague rocks that the tides overtake
And who have?never the heart?tide e bass,
With infinite mists to come,
With the east wind, listen to it hold,
The flat country that is mine.
With cathedrals for unique mountains,
And black bell towers as masts of plenty
Where stone devils unpick the clouds,
With the passage of days for unique journey,
And paths of rain for only good evening,
With the west wind, listen to the will,
The flat country which is mine.
With a sky so low that a canal is lost,
With a sky so low that it is humiliated?
With a sky so gray that a canal hanged himself,
With a sky so gray that he must be forgiven,
With the north wind which came to quarter
With the north wind, listen to it crack,
The flat country that is mine.
With Italy coming down the Scheldt,
With Frida the Blonde when she becomes Margot,< br/>When the sons of November return to us in May,
When the plain is smoking and trembles in July,
When the wind is laughter, when the wind is wheat?
When the wind is in the south, listen to it sing,
The flat country that is mine.