In the country there's always something to do
Picking mushrooms, chopping wood
In the country, we don't give a damn about schedules
Like the houses with that name, it's secondary
In the country, there's always something to see
Wild boars, hedgehogs, old guys on tractors
In the country, there're places full of history
Busted castles and hundred-year-old trees
In the country, when you're a city dweller
What the weather will be tomorrow
In the country, we want authentic stuff
A fire in the fireplace and local produce
In the country, we need rustic stuff
A piece of furniture that's not wood
In the country, we say we'd like to stay
Leave Paris, the noise, the stress and pollution
In the country, clichés run wild
Quality of life and the rhythm of the seasons
We lend each other sweaters when we hang around on
Missing some pieces
In the country, at night, we close the shutters
There's noises in the house and outside in the forest
In the country, in my bed, instead of dreaming
I'd rather not close an eye and freak out
In the country, in theory you get up early
For reasons you know
In the mountains there's chalets, chamois
But that's not the point of this song
I just wanted to see if you were following
In the country, when Sunday night comes
We might not head back too late
In the country, I feel like being a countryman
With a big mustache and a velvet vest
I feel like talking terroir
'I'ma go hoop the calanchet
So the wind won't blow through the fields'
It makes me want to be sturdy and silent
The gruff patriarch of a France 2 summer series
The story of a family fighting for its estate
But I never have time
'Cause I only stay for the weekend
Can you hear in the distance the cry of the ash-grey grivette
I'll bring the bistouquets in