Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pauvre Ruteboeuf, artist - Joan Baez. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: French
Pauvre Ruteboeuf(original) |
| Que sont mes amis devenus |
| Que j’avais de si près tenus |
| Et tant aimés |
| Ils ont été trop clairsemés |
| Je crois le vent les a ôtés |
| L’amour est morte |
| Ce sont amis que vent emporte |
| Et il ventait devant ma porte |
| Les emporta |
| Avec le temps qu’arbres défeuille |
| Quand il ne reste en branche feuille |
| Qui n’aille à terre |
| Avec pauvreté qui m’atterre |
| Qui de partout me fait la guerre |
| L’amour est morte |
| Ne convient pas que vous raconte |
| Comment je me suis mis à honte |
| En quelle manière |
| Que sont mes amis devenus |
| Que j’avais de si près tenus |
| Et tant aimés |
| Ils ont été trop clairsemés |
| Je crois le vent les a ôtés |
| L’amour est morte |
| Ce sont amis que vent emporte |
| Et il ventait devant ma porte |
| Les emporta |
| Pauvre sens et pauvre mémoire |
| M’a Dieu donné le roi de gloire |
| Et pauvre rente |
| Et droit au cul quand bise vente |
| Le vent me vient le vent m'évente |
| L’amour est morte |
| Le mal ne sait pas seul venir |
| Tout ce qui m'était à venir |
| M’est avenu |
| M’est avenu |
| (translation) |
| What have my friends become |
| That I had held so close |
| And so loved |
| They were too sparse |
| I believe the wind took them away |
| love is dead |
| These are friends that the wind carries |
| And it was windy outside my door |
| carried them away |
| With time the trees wilt |
| When no one remains in leaf branch |
| Who does not go down |
| With poverty that overwhelms me |
| Who everywhere makes war on me |
| love is dead |
| Doesn't agree that tells you |
| How I shamed myself |
| How |
| What have my friends become |
| That I had held so close |
| And so loved |
| They were too sparse |
| I believe the wind took them away |
| love is dead |
| These are friends that the wind carries |
| And it was windy outside my door |
| carried them away |
| Poor sense and poor memory |
| God gave me the king of glory |
| And poor annuity |
| And straight to the ass when kiss sale |
| The wind comes to me the wind fans me |
| love is dead |
| Evil does not know how to come alone |
| All that was to come to me |
| happened to me |
| happened to me |