Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Déliverrance, artist - Bruno Pelletier.
Date of issue: 02.02.2009
Song language: French
Déliverrance(original) |
C'était un jour corbeau |
Un jour sans hirondelles |
Il a quitté le nid |
Il est parti sans elle |
Elle l’a regardé faire |
Comme si c'était écrit |
Sa quarantaine sonne |
Sans un enfant de lui |
Ne laissant derrière lui |
Que des ronds de poussières |
Un disque de Chopin |
Sur la grande étagère |
Et des lettres d’amour |
Qu’un jour elle relira |
Quand ses cheveux blanchis |
Viendront sonner le glas |
Il offrait des miroirs |
Comme on offre des fleurs |
Elle faisait des bouquets |
De ses reflets trompeurs |
Il honorait son corps |
Comme une cathédrale |
Mais jusque dans leurs draps |
S’invita la rivale |
Elle a tissé sa toile |
Dans le plus grand silence |
Posa sur leur amour |
Un parfum de distance |
Elle a prit le dessus |
Sans mettre de dessous |
Cette maitresse insidieuse |
Avait tous les atouts |
Elle n'était ni plus jeune |
Elle n'était ni plus belle |
Elle ne portait ni robe |
Ni guipure, ni dentelle |
Elle s’appelait Souffrance |
Elle s’appelait Passé |
Elle s’appelait l’Irlande |
Et puis la peur d’aimer |
Dans l’appartement vide |
L'écho de leur caresses |
Son amour impuissant |
Face à la forteresse |
On ne pénètre pas |
Sans y être invité |
Dans la douleur de l’autre |
Qui interdit d’aimer |
C'était un jour corbeau |
Un jour sans hirondelles |
Il a quitté le nid |
Il est parti sans elle |
Son coeur est en travaux |
Son coeur est entravé |
Et son corps déserté |
Devient corps étranger |
C'était un jour corbeau |
Un jour sans hirondelles |
Il a quitté le nid |
Il est parti sans elle |
(translation) |
It was a raven day |
A day without swallows |
He left the nest |
He left without her |
She watched him |
As if it were written |
His quarantine rings |
Without a child of his |
Not leaving behind |
Just dust rings |
A Chopin record |
On the big shelf |
And love letters |
That one day she will reread |
When her bleached hair |
Will come toll the death knell |
He offered mirrors |
As we offer flowers |
She made bouquets |
Of its deceptive reflections |
He honored his body |
like a cathedral |
But even in their sheets |
Invited the rival |
She wove her web |
In the deepest silence |
Lay on their love |
A scent of distance |
She took over |
Without putting on |
This insidious mistress |
Had all the assets |
She was neither younger |
She wasn't more beautiful |
She wore no dress |
Neither guipure nor lace |
Her name was Suffering |
Her name was Past |
It was called Ireland |
And then the fear of loving |
In the empty apartment |
The echo of their caresses |
His helpless love |
Facing the Fortress |
We don't penetrate |
Without being invited |
In another's pain |
Who forbids to love |
It was a raven day |
A day without swallows |
He left the nest |
He left without her |
Her heart is in labor |
His heart is bound |
And his deserted body |
Becomes a foreign body |
It was a raven day |
A day without swallows |
He left the nest |
He left without her |