Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les routiers, artist - Francis Lemarque. Date of issue: 15.01.2012
Song language: French
Les routiers(original) |
| La route est un long ruban |
| Qui défile qui défile |
| Et se perd à l´infini |
| Loin des villes, loin des villes |
| Le routier à son volant |
| Qui trépide qui trépide |
| N´a jamais jamais le temps |
| De regarder l´firmament |
| Le jour se lève et décline |
| Sur la route qui chemine |
| Il doit pousser sa machine |
| Car c´est là qu´est son usine |
| Ignorant les autres routes |
| Qui s´en vont en musardant |
| Le routier n´a jamais l´temps |
| De se perdre dans les champs |
| Si tu veux vivre longtemps |
| Attention à ton volant |
| Car la route se défend |
| Si tu rêves un seul instant |
| Sous l´herbe tendre du printemps |
| Le talus est engageant |
| Mais c´est l´fossé qui t´attend |
| Si tu t´endors au volant |
| Si tu vois à l´horizon |
| Des mirages, des mirages |
| C´est l´moment d´faire attention |
| Car il y a d´sacrés virages |
| De temps en temps y a des villes |
| On y dort tout est tranquille |
| Tu les réveilles en passant |
| Dans ton gros camion hurlant |
| Le copain dans sa couchette |
| Rêve au-dessus de ta tête |
| Si le temps te paraît long |
| Allume une cigarette |
| Tous les jours de la semaine |
| Et par n´importe quel temps |
| Ta route est toujours la même |
| Pour livrer ton chargement |
| Si tu veux vivre longtemps |
| Attention à ton volant |
| Car la route se défend |
| Si tu rêves un seul instant |
| Sous l´herbe tendre du printemps |
| Le talus est engageant |
| Mais c´est l´fossé qui t´attend |
| Si tu t´endors au volant |
| La route est un long ruban |
| Qui défile qui défile |
| Et se perd à l´infini |
| Loin des villes, loin des villes |
| Le routier à son volant |
| Qui trépide qui trépide |
| N´a jamais jamais le temps |
| De se perdre dans les champs |
| (translation) |
| The road is a long ribbon |
| Who parades who parades |
| And get lost endlessly |
| Far from the cities, far from the cities |
| The driver behind the wheel |
| who is hectic who is hectic |
| Never ever have time |
| To look at the firmament |
| The day rises and falls |
| On the winding road |
| He must push his machine |
| 'Cause that's where his factory is |
| Ignoring the other roads |
| Who wander off |
| The driver never has time |
| To get lost in the fields |
| If you want to live long |
| Watch your steering wheel |
| Because the road defends itself |
| If you dream for a moment |
| Under the tender spring grass |
| The embankment is engaging |
| But it's the gap that awaits you |
| If you fall asleep at the wheel |
| If you see on the horizon |
| Mirages, mirages |
| It's time to pay attention |
| Because there are sacred turns |
| From time to time there are towns |
| We sleep there everything is quiet |
| You wake them up by the way |
| In your screaming big truck |
| The buddy in his bunk |
| Dream above your head |
| If time seems long to you |
| Light a cigarette |
| Every day of the week |
| And in any weather |
| Your road is always the same |
| To deliver your load |
| If you want to live long |
| Watch your steering wheel |
| Because the road defends itself |
| If you dream for a moment |
| Under the tender spring grass |
| The embankment is engaging |
| But it's the gap that awaits you |
| If you fall asleep at the wheel |
| The road is a long ribbon |
| Who parades who parades |
| And get lost endlessly |
| Far from the cities, far from the cities |
| The driver behind the wheel |
| who is hectic who is hectic |
| Never ever have time |
| To get lost in the fields |