It's already dawn over your countryside
You put on your boots, your overalls
Breakfast is taken on the go
It's your routine seven days a week
You can't say you're in a hurry
You don't know the schedules
And all this land that you plow
Belonged to your grandfather

You've long stopped counting the hours
What are you thinking about on your tractor
You've long stopped counting the hours
On your tractor

You remember your father with his rib
On the bridge at six in the morning
And on the table a little note
Be a good boy and do your math
Don't bother your grandma too much
You'll be nice to help her a little
I'll be there for half past noon
Just in time for the stew

When you still remember the smell
When you're hungry on your tractor
When you still remember the smell
On your tractor

If you've been immersed in a culture
It's in that of beans
That you were shelling hard
On a pile of old newspapers
Grandma was knitting a sweater
Listening to old France Bleue
You still wear that sweater
Let's say it brings you back a bit

Just like the 5 pm show
That you listen to on your tractor
Just like the 5 pm show
On your tractor

I've always loved the harvest
And I wasn't very good at math
I built myself a beautiful house
200 meters from my parents' house
I'm at the head of the company
today and I'm proud of it
On TV they talk about crisis
But what do they know about the land

In the editors' offices
Have they ever seen a tractor?
In the editors' offices
Have they ever seen a tractor?

It's already night over my countryside
I take off my boots, my overalls
My son is still sucking his thumb
But he's already taking care of the animals
He doesn't like beans
And even less shelling them
There are more and more old newspapers
Always a sweater to knit

And I think to myself while yawning
That I should sleep a few hours
And maybe in fifteen years
It will be my son
On my tractor

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