Rêve de gitan, gipsy'dream, sueno de gitano
Cette année, il faut que je me le trouve ce bout de terre où je pourrai poser mes bagages improvisés et accueillir et partager avec le passant et les amis. Là, je serai le plus heureux des hommes.
You know what I am dreaming? when I walk in the countryside in the Camargue or elsewhere, and I see a field, a hovel, a wooden hut, animals, I say: "you would not feel good,there? you installed your caravan, you are outside, you build a shed, what do you want more? ". It's a dream. You invites friends around a brasero and you spend the evening playing the guitar in the night. Mama, that's life. You don't ask question about the next day, you live now and you enjoy it. If you want to change, you find another site and you take your caravan to install it elsewhere. Yes, Gipsy Kings or not, that's what I would find. Like when I was young in family. You know the sound of rain on the roof of a trailer? no? You're inside, warm, and you listen. Rain sings depending on where it falls. It's music.
This year, I've got to find this piece of land where I can put my improvised luggages and welcome and share with friends and passing. Here, I'll be the happiest of men.
Este año, he llegado a encontrar este pedazo de tierra donde puede poner el improvisado equipaje y bienvenida y compartir con amigos y pasar. Aquí, voy a ser el más feliz de los hombres.