Hi Eni Nurhayati, Thanks a lot for your comment. Your right, that's better with the translation ! Enjoy... Rémi singer of Celtic Kanan Oh what are beautiful, the roads of my country Oh what are flowers Oh, how beautiful they are like a field of flowers Roads, roads They sow they sow these bikes these cars A bit of sun in the gutter They sow at the wheel they sow in turns These flowers in testament The fault to whom so blame who Blame the truck I won the horizon The fault to whom so blame who The fault with the pochtron is tears in the tar The fault to whom so blame who Blame the truck I won the horizon yeah The fault to whom so blame who The fault with the pochtron are flowers in the tar They hold, they hold these flowers not fields Irrigated with our blood An eternal reign they hold all the time Nourished of our children And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets flowers to be stacked And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets I want to cry The fault to whom so blame who Blame the truck I won the horizon The fault to whom so blame who The fault with the pochtron is tears in the tar The fault to whom so blame who Blame the truck I won the horizon yeah The fault to whom so blame who The fault with the pochtron are flowers in the tar As they watch these flowers these sentinels As a reminder As they watch these flowers these sentinels As a reminder As they watch these flowers these sentinels As they watch a prayer that sprouts in the dark As a reminder these flowers his sentinels A hymn to hope The fault to whom so blame who Blame the truck I won the horizon The fault to whom so blame who The fault with the pochtron is tears in the tar The fault to whom so blame who Blame the truck I won the horizon yeah The fault to whom so blame who The fault with the pochtron are flowers in the tar
Oh, quali sono le strade del mio paese? Oh, cosa sono fioriti Oh, quanto sono belle come un campo fiorito. Strade, strade, strade, strade, strade Seminano, seminano, seminano queste biciclette, queste macchine. Un po 'di sole nella grondaia Seminano al volante che seminano negli angoli Questi fiori nel testamento Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa al camion che ho vinto l'orizzonte Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa dell'ubriacone sono le lacrime nel catrame. Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi Colpa del camion, sono arrivato all'orizzonte, sì. Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa dell'ubriacone e' che ci sono fiori nel catrame. reggono, reggono questi fiori non dai campi. Irrigata con il nostro sangue Un regno eterno che detengono da tutti i tempi Nutrito dai nostri figli E un bouquet e due bouquet e tre bouquet e tre bouquet fiori da far germogliare E un bouquet e due bouquet e tre bouquet e tre bouquet Voglio piangere Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa al camion che ho vinto l'orizzonte Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa dell'ubriacone sono le lacrime nel catrame. Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi Colpa del camion, sono arrivato all'orizzonte, sì. Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa dell'ubriacone e' che ci sono fiori nel catrame. Mentre guardano questi fiori, queste sentinelle Come promemoria Mentre guardano questi fiori, queste sentinelle Come promemoria Mentre guardano questi fiori, queste sentinelle Mentre guardano una preghiera che germoglia nell'oscurita'. Come promemoria di questi fiori le sue sentinelle Un inno alla speranza Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa al camion che ho vinto l'orizzonte Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa dell'ubriacone sono le lacrime nel catrame. Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi Colpa del camion, sono arrivato all'orizzonte, sì. Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi La colpa dell'ubriacone e' che ci sono fiori nel catrame.
Oh how beautiful they are, The roads of my country Oh how flowered they are Oh how beautiful, like a flowered field, the roads, the roads They sow, they sow, these motorbikes these cars, A bit of sun in the gutter They sow driving, they sow in the turns These flowers in testament Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The truck's fault, I reached the horizon Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The truck's fault, I reached the horizon, yeah Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac They hold, they hold these flowers not from the fields Irrigated with our bloods An eternal reign, they hold in all time Nourished of our children And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets, flowers to be stacked And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets I want to cry Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The truck's fault, I reached the horizon Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The truck's fault, I reached the horizon, yeah Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac How they ensure these flowers, these sentinels As a reminder How they ensure these flowers, these sentinels As they ensure, a prayer that germinates in the dark As a reminder these flowers these sentinels A hymn to hope Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The truck's fault, I reached the horizon Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The truck's fault, I reached the horizon, yeah Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ? The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac
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tellement vrai
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I don't understand what the lyrics 😂 but I like it
Hi Eni Nurhayati,
Thanks a lot for your comment. Your right, that's better with the translation !
Enjoy...
Rémi
singer of Celtic Kanan
Oh what are beautiful, the roads of my country
Oh what are flowers
Oh, how beautiful they are like a field of flowers
Roads, roads
They sow they sow these bikes these cars
A bit of sun in the gutter
They sow at the wheel they sow in turns
These flowers in testament
The fault to whom so blame who
Blame the truck I won the horizon
The fault to whom so blame who
The fault with the pochtron is tears in the tar
The fault to whom so blame who
Blame the truck I won the horizon yeah
The fault to whom so blame who
The fault with the pochtron are flowers in the tar
They hold, they hold these flowers not fields
Irrigated with our blood
An eternal reign they hold all the time
Nourished of our children
And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets
flowers to be stacked
And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets
I want to cry
The fault to whom so blame who
Blame the truck I won the horizon
The fault to whom so blame who
The fault with the pochtron is tears in the tar
The fault to whom so blame who
Blame the truck I won the horizon yeah
The fault to whom so blame who
The fault with the pochtron are flowers in the tar
As they watch these flowers these sentinels
As a reminder
As they watch these flowers these sentinels
As a reminder
As they watch these flowers these sentinels
As they watch a prayer that sprouts in the dark
As a reminder these flowers his sentinels
A hymn to hope
The fault to whom so blame who
Blame the truck I won the horizon
The fault to whom so blame who
The fault with the pochtron is tears in the tar
The fault to whom so blame who
Blame the truck I won the horizon yeah
The fault to whom so blame who
The fault with the pochtron are flowers in the tar
Thank you for the response
@@mathieusadran merci beaucoup
Oh, quali sono le strade del mio paese?
Oh, cosa sono fioriti
Oh, quanto sono belle come un campo fiorito.
Strade, strade, strade, strade, strade
Seminano, seminano, seminano queste biciclette, queste macchine.
Un po 'di sole nella grondaia
Seminano al volante che seminano negli angoli
Questi fiori nel testamento
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa al camion che ho vinto l'orizzonte
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa dell'ubriacone sono le lacrime nel catrame.
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
Colpa del camion, sono arrivato all'orizzonte, sì.
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa dell'ubriacone e' che ci sono fiori nel catrame.
reggono, reggono questi fiori non dai campi.
Irrigata con il nostro sangue
Un regno eterno che detengono da tutti i tempi
Nutrito dai nostri figli
E un bouquet e due bouquet e tre bouquet e tre bouquet
fiori da far germogliare
E un bouquet e due bouquet e tre bouquet e tre bouquet
Voglio piangere
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa al camion che ho vinto l'orizzonte
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa dell'ubriacone sono le lacrime nel catrame.
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
Colpa del camion, sono arrivato all'orizzonte, sì.
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa dell'ubriacone e' che ci sono fiori nel catrame.
Mentre guardano questi fiori, queste sentinelle
Come promemoria
Mentre guardano questi fiori, queste sentinelle
Come promemoria
Mentre guardano questi fiori, queste sentinelle
Mentre guardano una preghiera che germoglia nell'oscurita'.
Come promemoria di questi fiori le sue sentinelle
Un inno alla speranza
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa al camion che ho vinto l'orizzonte
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa dell'ubriacone sono le lacrime nel catrame.
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
Colpa del camion, sono arrivato all'orizzonte, sì.
Il difetto a chi dice poi il difetto a chi
La colpa dell'ubriacone e' che ci sono fiori nel catrame.
Oh how beautiful they are,
The roads of my country
Oh how flowered they are
Oh how beautiful, like a flowered field, the roads, the roads
They sow, they sow, these motorbikes these cars,
A bit of sun in the gutter
They sow driving, they sow in the turns
These flowers in testament
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The truck's fault, I reached the horizon
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The truck's fault, I reached the horizon, yeah
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac
They hold, they hold these flowers not from the fields
Irrigated with our bloods
An eternal reign, they hold in all time
Nourished of our children
And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets, flowers to be stacked And a bouquet and two bouquets and three bouquets I want to cry
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The truck's fault, I reached the horizon
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The truck's fault, I reached the horizon, yeah
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac
How they ensure these flowers, these sentinels
As a reminder
How they ensure these flowers, these sentinels
As they ensure, a prayer that germinates in the dark
As a reminder these flowers these sentinels
A hymn to hope
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The truck's fault, I reached the horizon
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The truck's fault, I reached the horizon, yeah
Whose fault is it, tell me, whose fault is it ?
The drunkard's fault, there is tears in the tarmac