Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Je Suis L'enfant Soleil, artist - Anne-Marie David. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: French
Je Suis L'enfant Soleil(original) |
| Il est arriv du nord, et moi j’tais une enfant-soleil |
| Il a dit des mots plus forts et plus doux que le coton du ciel |
| Il a partag le pain et mon pre lui a donn un lit |
| «Tu commenceras demain, prs du chne gris» |
| Je n’ai pas rv de lui, je ne dormais pas |
| Etendue au pied du chne gris, je guettais son pas |
| Et tout un hiver brlant, notre amour a fait chanter la terre |
| Comme un recommencement, comme une prire |
| Il tait un homme-neige et moi j’tais une enfant-soleil |
| Le printemps sur son mange droulait pour nous ses arcs-en-ciel |
| S’il avait voulu partir, je n’aurais mme pas su pleurer |
| J’aurais gard le sourire qu’il m’avait donn |
| Quand des hommes sont venus, je n’ai pas compris |
| Au-devant de moi il a couru, vers le chne gris |
| Mais sans qu’il ait rien pu faire, le pige s’tait ferm sur lui |
| Ils ont remerci mon pre, puis ils sont partis |
| Il est retourn au nord, et moi j’tais une enfant-soleil |
| Il avait ses mains dehors et sur son dos le coton du ciel |
| Il a partag le pain et mon pre lui a donn un lit |
| Ce jour-l me parat loin, prs du chne gris |
| (translation) |
| He came from the north, and I was a child-sun |
| He spoke words louder and softer than the cotton of the sky |
| He shared the bread and my father gave him a bed |
| "You will start tomorrow, by the gray oak" |
| I didn't dream of him, I wasn't sleeping |
| Lying at the foot of the gray oak, I watched her step |
| And all a scorching winter, our love made the earth sing |
| Like a start over, like a prayer |
| He was a snowman and I was a sun child |
| Spring on her mange unrolled her rainbows for us |
| If he wanted to leave, I wouldn't even have known how to cry |
| I would have kept the smile he gave me |
| When men came, I did not understand |
| In front of me he ran, towards the gray oak |
| But without him being able to do anything, the trap had closed on him |
| They thanked my father, then they left |
| He returned to the north, and I was a child-sun |
| He had his hands out and on his back the cotton of the sky |
| He shared the bread and my father gave him a bed |
| That day seems far away, near the gray oak |