Paroles:
Métier À Tisser

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means

A golden moment's come to pass, and it made a swift goodbye, waved its hand from left to right, saying bye, farewell, goodnight. But it left me brave

The air is good here, So I'll breathe in deeply, Then release all that I hold inside. My lungs are gilded gold, But I know how the time may go Before

Traduction: Difranco Ani. Métier à tisser.

Traduction: Nick Cave et les Bad Seeds. Le Métier à tisser de la Terre.

: It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no

You always got those dark sunglasses Covering up your face But if you promise to take them off I promise I won't squander your gaze I will be picturesque