Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song L' émigrant , by - Charles Aznavour. Song from the album je m'voyais déjà, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 31.01.2017
Record label: Epm
Song language: French
L' émigrant(original) |
| Toutes les gares se ressemblent |
| Et tous les ports crèvent d’ennui |
| Toutes les routes se rassemblent |
| Pour mener vers l’infini |
| Dans la cohue de l’existence |
| Se trouve toujours un passant |
| Qui n’a pas eu de ligne de chance |
| Et qui devint un émigrant |
| Regarde-le comme il promène |
| Son cœur au-delà des saisons |
| Il traverse des murs de haine |
| Des gouffres d’incompréhension |
| À chaque nouvelle frontière |
| Espérant enfin se fixer |
| Il fait une courte prière |
| Vers ce ciel qui l’a oublié |
| Regarde-le, il déambule |
| Sans jamais savoir ou il va |
| Il marche comme un somnambule |
| Et les gens le montrent du doigt |
| Le monde entier file la haine |
| Le ciel là-haut n’y comprend rien |
| Les heureux forment une chaîne |
| En se tenant par la main |
| Pas moyen d’enter dans la danse |
| Le calendrier a son clan |
| Si tu n’as pas de ligne de chance |
| Tu resteras un émigrant |
| Regarde-le comme il promène |
| Son cœur au-delà des saisons |
| Il traverse des murs de haine |
| Des gouffres d’incompréhension |
| À chaque nouvelle frontière |
| Espérant enfin se fixer |
| Il fait une courte prière |
| Vers ce ciel qui l’a oublié |
| Regarde-le, il déambule |
| Sans jamais savoir ou il va |
| Il marche comme un somnambule |
| Et les gens le montrent du doigt |
| Mais pour écouter sa misère |
| Le ciel un jour le fait tomber |
| Les bras en croix, face contre terre |
| Pour embrasser la liberté |
| (translation) |
| All stations look alike |
| And all the ports are dying of boredom |
| All roads come together |
| To lead to infinity |
| In the crush of existence |
| There's always a passerby |
| Who didn't have a line of luck |
| And who became an emigrant |
| Watch him as he walks |
| His heart beyond the seasons |
| He walks through walls of hate |
| chasms of misunderstanding |
| At each new frontier |
| Hoping to finally settle down |
| He makes a short prayer |
| Towards that sky which has forgotten him |
| Look at him, he wanders |
| Never knowing where it's going |
| He walks like a sleepwalker |
| And people are pointing at it |
| The whole world spins the hate |
| The sky up there doesn't understand |
| The happy ones form a chain |
| Holding hands |
| No way to enter the dance |
| The calendar has its clan |
| If you don't have a lucky line |
| You will remain an emigrant |
| Watch him as he walks |
| His heart beyond the seasons |
| He walks through walls of hate |
| chasms of misunderstanding |
| At each new frontier |
| Hoping to finally settle down |
| He makes a short prayer |
| Towards that sky which has forgotten him |
| Look at him, he wanders |
| Never knowing where it's going |
| He walks like a sleepwalker |
| And people are pointing at it |
| But to listen to his misery |
| The sky one day brings it down |
| Arms crossed, face down |
| To embrace freedom |