Vingt sièges, cent assauts Lyrics – Aorlhac
Singer: Aorlhac
Title: Vingt sièges, cent assauts
Âpre cité du vent!
Ce vagabond de la planèze désertique
T’aime d’un vieil amour farouche et décevant
O guerrière qui meurt sur ton roc basaltique
Depuis les sombres soirs jusqu’au soleil levant
Il rôde aux carrefours, ton amant fantastique
N’entends-tu pas claquer, lorsqu’il va s’énervant
Aux angles de tes murs, son manteau frénétique?
N’entends-tu pas sa voix brutale et ses sanglots
Et sa plainte pareille à la plainte des flots?
Ah ! C’est qu’il t’a connue au temps où tu fus belle
Et dans le plein orgueil de ton rude destin
Lui qui ne vieillit pas, s’afflige à ton déclin;
Le Vent pleure à jamais ta gloire, ô Citadelle!
Puisqu’on l’oublie, eh bien ! Je la dirai, ta gloire
Sentinelle perdue, indomptable cité
Vingt sièges, cent assauts jalonnent ton histoire
Ce miracle d’auvergnate ténacité
Anglais sournois, routiers surgis par les nuits noires
Bandits, barons pillards, huguenots révoltés
T’ont forgé, maille à maille, un collier de victoires
Non, pas une défaite, et pas de lâchetés!
Ton air salubre était irrespirable aux traîtres
Tu gardais pur le sang des Celtes, tes ancêtres;
Nul ne te prit jamais de force, que le vent!
Comme un lac montagnard qu’emplit l’eau des orages
La coupe de tes murs débordait de courages
Je te salue, âpre Cité du Vent!
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Vingt sièges, cent assauts – English Translation
Harsh city of the wind!
This vagabond of the desert planet
You love a fierce and disappointing old love
O Warrer who dies on your basalt rock
From dark evenings to the rising sun
He prowls at the crossroads, your fantastic lover
Don’t you hear slamming when he gets angry
At the corners of your walls, its frantic coat?
Do you not hear his brutal voice and her sobs
And his complaint like the complaints of the waves?
Ah! It is that he knew you at the time you were beautiful
And in the full pride of your harsh fate
He who does not age, afflicts your decline;
The wind forever cries your glory, oh citadel!
Since we forget it, well! I will say it, your glory
Lost sentry, indomitable cited
Twenty seats, one hundred assaults mark your story
This miracle of Tenacity Auvergne
Sneaky English, truckers emerging by black nights
Bandits, looters, rebellious huguenots
Forged you, knitted mesh, a victories necklace
No, not a defeat, and no cowardice!
Your greeting air was irrespirable to traitors
You kept pure the blood of the Celts, your ancestors;
No one never forced you, what the wind!
Like a mountain lake that the water of thunderstorms hits
The cut of your walls overflowed with courage
I greet you, harsh city of the wind!
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