Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La louve, artist - Barbara. Album song La Louve, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Mercury
Song language: French
La louve(original) |
| Aux matins frêles des lacs de neige |
| Aux matins froids aux reflets grêges |
| Aux soleils, frissons de l’hiver |
| Je suis la louve solitaire |
| J’allais sur mes terrains de guerre |
| Cachée, chassant sur mes chemins |
| Soudain, sur un socle de pierre |
| Il m’est apparu un grand chien |
| Et moi la louve, moi la reine |
| Et moi la faim, et moi l’instinct |
| J’ai posé ma tête de fauve |
| Dans la fourrure du grand chien |
| Et le chien, au midi frileux |
| A suivi ma piste et ma chasse |
| Et j’ai cru voir dedans ses yeux |
| Le reflet d’un éclair qui passe |
| Il faut croire qu’il était fou |
| Quand il me suivit dans la neige |
| N'étant qu’un chien, il se crut loup |
| Et prit sa patte dans mon piège |
| Mais moi la louve, moi la reine |
| Et moi la faim, et moi l’instinct |
| J’ai ouvert le piège de fer |
| Et mordu sa cuisse de chien |
| Mais au nid, au doux crépuscule |
| Entre chien et loup, au palais |
| Couchés sur notre lit d'épines |
| Moi, la louve, j’ai léché ses plaies |
| Aux matins frêles des lacs de neige |
| Aux matins froids aux reflets grèges |
| Aux soleils, frissons de l’hiver |
| Je reste la louve solitaire |
| Solitaire, solitaire, solitaire… |
| (translation) |
| To the frail mornings of snow lakes |
| To cold mornings with gray reflections |
| To the suns, shivers of winter |
| I am the lone wolf |
| I was going to my war grounds |
| Hidden, chasing my ways |
| Suddenly on a stone plinth |
| A large dog appeared to me |
| And me the wolf, me the queen |
| And me the hunger, and me the instinct |
| I laid down my wild head |
| In the big dog's fur |
| And the dog, at chilly noon |
| Followed my trail and my hunt |
| And I thought I saw in his eyes |
| The reflection of a passing lightning |
| Guess he was crazy |
| When he followed me in the snow |
| Being only a dog, he thought he was a wolf |
| And caught his paw in my trap |
| But me the wolf, me the queen |
| And me the hunger, and me the instinct |
| I opened the iron trap |
| And bit his dog leg |
| But in the nest, in the sweet twilight |
| Between dog and wolf, at the palace |
| Lying on our bed of thorns |
| I, the wolf, have licked her wounds |
| To the frail mornings of snow lakes |
| To cold mornings with greige reflections |
| To the suns, shivers of winter |
| I remain the lone wolf |
| Lonely, lonely, lonely... |