L'hymne De Nos Campagnes Lyrics in English Tryo

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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song L'hymne De Nos Campagnes by Tryo from French to English.

If you were born in a housing project

I dedicate this poem to you

Hoping that deep in your dull eyes

You can spot a little blade of grass

And guys, we need to set things straight

It's high time to take a break

To trade this gloomy life

For the scent of a rose

It's the anthem of our countrysides

Of our rivers, of our mountains

Of life, man, of the animal world

Shout it real loud, wear out your vocal cords!

No job, no diplomas

Everywhere the same ghetto stench

Nothing fires up your neurons anymore

Not even the weed you pack in your cones

Go look elsewhere, nothing holds you back

Go quick, do something with your hands

Don't come back here, you've got nothing

And be the first to sing this chorus

It's the anthem of our countrysides

Of our rivers, of our mountains

Of life, man, of the animal world

Shout it real loud, wear out your vocal cords!

Sit down by a river

Listen to the water trickling on the earth

Tell yourself that at the end, hey! there's the sea

And that's nothing fleeting

Then you'll get that you're nothing

Like the one before you, like the one who comes

That the liquid running through your hands

Will keep you alive till tomorrow morning!

It's the anthem of our countrysides

Of our rivers, of our mountains

Of life, man, of the animal world

Shout it real loud, wear out your vocal cords!

Sit down next to an old oak

And compare it to the human race

The oxygen and shade it brings you

Does it deserve the axe blows that bleed it?

Lift your head, look at those leaves

Maybe you'll see a squirrel

Staring at you full of pride

Its home is there, you're on the doorstep

It's the anthem of our countrysides

Of our rivers, of our mountains

Of life, man, of the animal world

Shout it real loud, wear out your vocal cords!

Maybe I'm talking just to talk

And when you listen to me you wanna laugh

But if concrete is your future

Tell yourself it's the forest that lets you breathe

I'd like, for all animals

For you to catch the message in my words

Because a patch of land, a reed stalk

Will fuel your kids' growth!

It's the anthem of our countrysides

Of our rivers, of our mountains

Of life, man, of the animal world

Shout it real loud, wear out your vocal cords!

It's the anthem of our countrysides

Of our rivers, of our mountains

Of life, man, of the animal world

Shout it real loud, wear out your vocal cords!

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SONG MEANING

L’hymne de nos campagnes is Tryo’s bright reggae call to anyone who feels boxed in by gray concrete. Speaking directly to young people growing up in French housing projects, the band invites them to trade the smell of exhaust for the scent of a rose, to swap idle boredom for the rush of a river, and to rediscover the wild chorus of mountains, trees, and animals. The song paints nature as the real luxury: a patch of grass, the flow of water, the shelter of an old oak, and the silent partnership we share with every living creature.

More than a postcard from the countryside, the track is an environmental wake-up song. It reminds us that the forest lets us breathe, that our future children depend on healthy soil, and that each of us can choose to do something with our hands instead of surrendering to a “morose” urban routine. With its rallying refrain — “Crie-le bien fort, use tes cordes vocales!” — Tryo urges listeners to raise their voices for the earth, proving that music and activism can dance to the same beat.

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