Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L'île Du Rhône, artist - Enrico Macias. Album song Triple Best Of, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Record label: Parlophone, Warner Music France
Song language: French
L'île Du Rhône(original) |
On s’en allait, chassés par le cyclone |
Et sur la route on nous avait jeté |
Mais quand on fut près de l'île du Rhône |
On a compris qu’on était arrivé |
On a compris qu’on était arrivé |
L'île du Rhône semblait nous attendre |
L'île sauvage douce à l’homme oublié |
On a percé sa glaise humide et tendre |
Pour y planter nos tentes et nos pommiers |
Pour y planter nos tentes et nos pommiers |
Que c'était bon d’arracher les broussailles |
Nos mains faisaient reculer la forêt |
Quand notre terre nous ouvrait ses entrailles |
Que c'était bon d’y planter nos pommiers |
Que c'était bon d’y planter nos pommiers |
Êtes-vous fous nous disait le village |
Connaissez-vous le Rhône de chez nous |
L’avez-vous vu quand il est par l’orage |
Gros de la Saône et qu’il pleut sur le Ventoux |
L’avez-vous vu dans ses grandes colères |
Plus dangereux qu’un archange brutal |
Tous les cent ans, la chose est légendaire |
Quatre ou cinq fois il nous fait bien du mal |
On a gardé les amarres à nos barques |
Car si le Rhône nous donne encore vingt ans |
Chaque matin, chaque heure est un miracle |
Le sirocco n’en laissait pas autant |
Le sirocco n’en laissait pas autant |
Regardez-la, c’est notre île cantique |
C’est un poème, un bouquet de couleurs |
C’est notre terre et c’est notre Amérique |
L’eau de ses bords fait le tour de nos cœurs |
L’eau de ses bords fait le tour de nos cœurs |
Car tous ces jours où l’on courbait l'échine |
Pour préparer le sol de nos pommiers |
On avait tant, tant besoin de racines |
Que c’est aussi nos vies qu’on a planté |
Que c’est aussi nos vies qu’on a planté |
(translation) |
We were leaving, chased by the cyclone |
And on the road we were thrown |
But when we were near the island of the Rhone |
We understood that we had arrived |
We understood that we had arrived |
Rhone island seemed to be waiting for us |
The gentle wild island of the forgotten man |
We pierced her wet and tender clay |
To pitch our tents and our apple trees |
To pitch our tents and our apple trees |
It was good to pull the brushwood |
Our hands made the forest recede |
When our land opened its bowels to us |
How good it was to plant our apple trees there |
How good it was to plant our apple trees there |
Are you crazy said the village |
Do you know the Rhône from us |
Have you seen him when he's through the storm |
Gros de la Saône and it's raining on the Ventoux |
Did you see him in his great rages |
More dangerous than a brutal archangel |
Every hundred years the thing is legendary |
Four or five times he does us a lot of harm |
We kept the moorings to our boats |
For if the Rhone gives us another twenty |
Every morning, every hour is a miracle |
The sirocco didn't leave as many |
The sirocco didn't leave as many |
Look at her, she's our singing island |
It's a poem, a bouquet of colors |
This is our land and this is our America |
The water from its shores circles our hearts |
The water from its shores circles our hearts |
'Cause all those days of kowtowing |
To prepare the soil for our apple trees |
We needed so much roots |
That it's also our lives that we planted |
That it's also our lives that we planted |