Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le Féminin Sacré , by - Salvatore Adamo. Song from the album Les N°1, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2008
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
Le Féminin Sacré(original) |
| Encore un cas désespéré |
| Où le féminin sacré |
| Est mis à mal et confronté |
| Au masculin inadapté |
| Elle rêvait d’infini |
| D’immensité pour deux |
| Regardait les étoiles |
| Et soupirait des vœux |
| Elle voulait avant tout |
| Vieillir auprès de lui |
| Gagner le pari fou |
| De l’aimer toute une vie |
| Il voulait lui offrir |
| Tout l’or de l’univers |
| Il parlait de trésors |
| Enfouis au fond des mers |
| Ce rêve inassouvi |
| De puissance et de gloire |
| Dressé entre elle et lui |
| A gâché leur histoire |
| Lui pauvre Béotien |
| N’avait rien compris |
| Mais toujours sûr de lui |
| Imposait son avis |
| Arrachait sans regret |
| Les ailes des papillons |
| Quand l’enfant s’attardait |
| Au fond de sa raison |
| Elle a fait le vide |
| Dans son cœur, dans sa tête |
| Elle a repris ses fêtes |
| Ses voyages, ses comètes |
| Le laissant dans son néant |
| Sans faire d'éclat tout doucement |
| Elle est partie au petit jour |
| Son baluchon trop plein d’amour |
| Il est seul aujourd’hui |
| Assis sur son tas d’or |
| Il est triste et s’ennuie |
| De celle qu’il aime encore |
| Elle a toujours pour elle |
| L’infini, les étoiles |
| Et des vœux à la pelle |
| Qui parfois lui font mal |
| (translation) |
| Another Hopeless Case |
| where the sacred feminine |
| Is challenged and confronted |
| To the maladjusted masculine |
| She dreamed of infinity |
| Huge for two |
| looked at the stars |
| And sighed wishes |
| Above all, she wanted |
| grow old with him |
| Win the crazy bet |
| To love her for a lifetime |
| He wanted to give her |
| All the gold in the universe |
| He was talking about treasures |
| Buried at the bottom of the seas |
| This unfulfilled dream |
| Of power and glory |
| Standing between her and him |
| ruined their story |
| He poor Boeotian |
| Didn't understand anything |
| But still sure of himself |
| imposed his opinion |
| Snatched without regret |
| butterfly wings |
| When the child lingered |
| Deep in his sanity |
| She made the void |
| In his heart, in his head |
| She resumed her parties |
| His travels, his comets |
| Leaving him in his nothingness |
| Without making a splash, slowly |
| She left at daybreak |
| Her bundle too full of love |
| He is alone today |
| Sitting on his pile of gold |
| He is sad and bored |
| Of the one he still loves |
| She always has going for her |
| infinity, stars |
| And wishes in spades |
| Which sometimes hurt him |