Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les sabots d’Helene , by - Georges Brassens. Release date: 11.12.2014
Song language: French
Les sabots d’Helene(original) |
| Droits transfrs WARNER CHAPPELL |
| MUSIC FRANCE |
| 1Les sabots d’Hlne |
| Taient tout crotts, |
| Les trois capitaines |
| L’auraient appele vilaine, |
| Et la pauvre Hlne |
| Tait comme une me en peine… |
| Ne cherche plus longtemps de fontaine, |
| Toi qui as besoin d’eau, |
| Ne cherche plus: aux larmes d’Hlne |
| Va-t'en remplir ton seau. |
| Moi j’ai pris la peine |
| De les dchausser, |
| Les sabots d’Hlne, |
| Moi qui ne suis pas capitaine, |
| Et j’ai vu ma peine |
| Bien rcompense… |
| Dans les sabots de la pauvre Hlne, |
| Dans ses sabots crotts, |
| Moi j’ai trouv les pieds d’une reine |
| Et je les ai gards. |
| 2Son jupon de laine |
| Tait tout mit, |
| Les trois capitaines |
| L’auraient appele vilaine, |
| Et la pauvre Hlne |
| Tait comme une me en peine… |
| Ne cherche plus longtemps de fontaine, |
| Toi qui as besoin d’eau, |
| Ne cherche plus: aux larmes d’Hlne |
| Va-t'en remplir ton seau. |
| Moi j’ai pris la peine |
| De le retrousser, |
| Le jupon d’Hlne, |
| Moi qui ne suis pas capitaine, |
| Et j’ai vu ma peine |
| Bien rcompense… |
| Sous le jupon de la pauvre Hlne, |
| Sous son jupon mit, |
| Moi j’ai trouv des jambes de reine |
| Et je les ai gardes. |
| 3Et le coeur d’Hlne |
| N’savait pas chanter, |
| Les trois capitaines |
| L’auraient appele vilaine, |
| Et la pauvre Hlne |
| Tait comme une me en peine… |
| Ne cherche plus longtemps de fontaine, |
| Toi qui as besoin d’eau, |
| Ne cherche plus: aux larmes d’Hlne |
| Va-t'en remplir ton seau. |
| Moi j’ai pris la peine |
| De m’y arrter, |
| Dans le coeur d’Hlne |
| Moi qui ne suis pas capitaine, |
| Et j’ai vu ma peine |
| Bien rcompense… |
| Et, dans le coeur de la pauvre Hlne, |
| Qui avait jamais chant, |
| Moi j’ai trouv l’amour d’une reine |
| Et moi je l’ai gard |
| (translation) |
| Rights transferred WARNER CHAPPELL |
| FRENCH MUSIC |
| 1Hlne's clogs |
| Were all dung, |
| The Three Captains |
| would have called her naughty, |
| And poor Helen |
| Sits like a pained soul... |
| Look no longer for a fountain, |
| You who need water, |
| Look no further: to the tears of Hlne |
| Go fill your bucket. |
| I took the trouble |
| To take them off, |
| Helen's clogs, |
| I who am not a captain, |
| And I saw my pain |
| Well rewarded… |
| In the hooves of poor Hlne, |
| In his filthy hooves, |
| I found the feet of a queen |
| And I kept them. |
| 2Her woolen petticoat |
| Put everything on, |
| The Three Captains |
| would have called her naughty, |
| And poor Helen |
| Sits like a pained soul... |
| Look no longer for a fountain, |
| You who need water, |
| Look no further: to the tears of Hlne |
| Go fill your bucket. |
| I took the trouble |
| To roll it up, |
| Helen's petticoat, |
| I who am not a captain, |
| And I saw my pain |
| Well rewarded… |
| Under poor Helen's petticoat, |
| Under her petticoat, |
| Me, I found legs like a queen |
| And I kept them. |
| 3And the Heart of Hlne |
| Couldn't sing |
| The Three Captains |
| would have called her naughty, |
| And poor Helen |
| Sits like a pained soul... |
| Look no longer for a fountain, |
| You who need water, |
| Look no further: to the tears of Hlne |
| Go fill your bucket. |
| I took the trouble |
| to stop there, |
| In the heart of Hlne |
| I who am not a captain, |
| And I saw my pain |
| Well rewarded… |
| And, in the heart of poor Hlne, |
| who had ever sung, |
| I found the love of a queen |
| And I kept it |