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Berlin, 1936

The Watch
Langue: anglais


The Watch


a short time before dying in Tucson
Jesse's last home interview march '8O,
memories Of a lifetime were for that guy
with Niso’s eyes and plucky heart.
They became friends

Berlin, nineteen-thirty six,
a hundred men fighting for their glory
each one moved by the ambition
of a happy ending story

if you obey, you'll be repaid
and your strains will soon be forgotten

who's jumping who's
flying over there, Jesse USA

he takes a run up, lord,
it’s another gold
he steps for the second time
over the white line

Luts Long. German long jumper,
supposed to come up to expectations
bold athlete, extremety talented,
loyal blood from the Dark Ages

you'll be the first one
you'll be the one
who'll give lustre to national socialism

who's jumping
who's marching over there,
Germans here we stand

Owens in trouble, almost desperate,
something is really going wrong crew
is thinking “this is not the day”
don’t ply him with questions he concentrates,
black eyes on the race track,
three steps and he take the leap

childhood memories, standing still at dawn
and praying holy teenage dreams,
corn cobs in the field and laughing,
who was there when up to the point,
forced to make a choice of living what was the direction,
which benefits here the champion,
wise young and free, let's go to him,
reveal useful tricks, recon where to put feet
and now it's done, now it's done

next jump, Owens’ last chance,
precious words translated into excitement
still amazed from that behaviour
loyal blood from the Dark Ages

he'll be the first one
he'll be the witness of a friendship
something important, under dismayed eyes,
full of surprise, turning it into a choice of living

he takes a run up, lord, it’s another gold
twenty seven small centimetres
there he won Owen the second yold,
to Luts something more, something more



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