La fille du vent - Olivia Ruiz

Si j’ai du caractre

Un sacr© temp (c)rament

Qui ont valu ma mre

Du souci et des tourments

C’est que j’ai dans les artres

Le tanin et les pigments

Qui font le sang de la terre

Comme la lave d’un volcan

Je suis la fille du vent

Qui traverse les montagnes

Je tourmente les passants

En faisant voler les pagnes

Je d (c)fie tous les courants

Toutes les stars de cocagne

Qui passent en rЄvant

De platine et de champagne

Si j’ai du caractre

Un sacr© temp (c)rament

Qui ont valu ma mre

Du souci et des tourments

C’est que je tiens de mon pre

La passion et l’engouement

Qui font guincher les chaumires

Et s’enlacer les amants

Je suis la fille du vent

Qui traverse les montagnes

Pour violenter les passants

Les villes et les campagnes

Je me m (c)fie des couvents

Et des dieux portant le pagne

Car je porte en mon sang

Toutes les plaies de l’Espagne

Si je suis entire

Et que je vais de l’avant

Sans (c)couter de mon pre

Les avertissements

C’est que' comme ma mre

J’ai re§ u en naissant

La lueur de l'(c)clair

La force du vent

Moi qui suis sa fille

Je porte la folie

Des belles de Castille

Ou bien d’Andalousie

Je tiens de ma famille

Ce qu’aujourd’hui je suis

Je pointe mes banderilles

Face aux dangers de la vie

Car j’ai du temp (c)rament

Ce foutu caractre

Qui font dire mon pre

Que je suis son cheveu blanc

Que je suis son cheveu blanc

If I have character

A sacred temp (c)rament

That earned my mother

Of worry and torment

It's what I have in my arteries

Tannin and Pigments

Who make the blood of the earth

Like lava from a volcano

I am the daughter of the wind

Who crosses the mountains

I torment passers-by

By making the loincloths fly

I d (c)fie all the currents

All the stars of cocagne

Who pass dreaming

Of platinum and champagne

If I have character

A sacred temp (c)rament

That earned my mother

Of worry and torment

It's what I got from my father

Passion and Infatuation

Who make the cottages groan

And embrace the lovers

I am the daughter of the wind

Who crosses the mountains

To violate passers-by

Towns and countryside

I (c)trust convents

And gods wearing the loincloth

For I carry in my blood

All the wounds of Spain

If I'm whole

And I'm moving on

Without (c)listening to my father

Warnings

It's just like my mother

I received at birth

The glow of the (c)clear

The force of the wind

I who am his daughter

I carry madness

Beauties of Castile

Or Andalucia

I take after my family

What I am today

I point my banderillas

Facing the dangers of life

Because I have time (c)rament

That damn character

Who make my father say

That I am his white hair

That I am his white hair