Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Il Pleut, artist - Charles Aznavour. Album song J'aime Paris Au Mois De Mai, in the genre ЭстрадаDate of issue: 04.10.2009
Record label: The Blue Bridge
Song language: French
Il Pleut(original) |
| Il pleut |
| Les pépins tristes compagnons |
| Comme d’immenses champignons |
| Sortent un par un des maisons |
| Il pleut |
| Et toute la ville est mouillée |
| Les maisons se sont enrhumées |
| Les gouttières ont la goutte au nez |
| Il pleut |
| Comme dirigés par un appel |
| Les oiseaux désertent le ciel |
| Nuages et loups |
| Les fenêtres, une larme à l’oeil |
| Semblent toutes porter le deuil |
| Des beaux jours |
| Il pleut |
| Et l’on entend des clapotis |
| La ville n’a plus d’harmonie |
| Solitaires, les rues s’ennuient |
| Il pleut |
| J'écoute |
| Quand s'égoutte |
| La pluie qui me dégoûte |
| Sur les chemins des routes |
| Et partout alentour |
| Les gouttes |
| Qui s’en foutent |
| Ne savent pas sans doute |
| Que mon coeur en déroute |
| A perdu son amour |
| Il pleut |
| Les pépins, tristes compagnons |
| Comme d’immenses champignons |
| Sortent un par un des maisons |
| Il pleut |
| Et toute la ville est mouillée |
| Les maisons se sont enrhumées |
| Les gouttières ont la goutte au nez |
| Il pleut |
| La nature est chargée d’ennuis |
| Là-haut tout est vêtu de gris |
| Le ciel est boudeur |
| Le nez aplati au carreau |
| J’attends, laissant couler le flot de mes pleurs |
| Il pleur |
| Dans mon coeur aux rêves perdus |
| Sur mon amour comme dans la rue |
| Et sur mes peines sans issue |
| Il pleut |
| (translation) |
| It is raining |
| The sad companion pips |
| Like huge mushrooms |
| Come out one by one from the houses |
| It is raining |
| And the whole town is wet |
| The houses have caught cold |
| The gutters have the gout in the nose |
| It is raining |
| As directed by a call |
| The birds desert the sky |
| Clouds and Wolves |
| The windows, a tear in the eye |
| All seem to be in mourning |
| beautiful days |
| It is raining |
| And we hear lapping |
| The city no longer has harmony |
| Lonely, the streets are bored |
| It is raining |
| I listen |
| When drips |
| The rain that disgusts me |
| On the paths of the roads |
| And all around |
| Drops |
| Who don't care |
| Probably don't know |
| That my heart is in disarray |
| Lost his love |
| It is raining |
| The glitches, sad companions |
| Like huge mushrooms |
| Come out one by one from the houses |
| It is raining |
| And the whole town is wet |
| The houses have caught cold |
| The gutters have the gout in the nose |
| It is raining |
| Nature is full of troubles |
| Everything up there is dressed in gray |
| The sky is sulky |
| The squared flat nose |
| I wait, letting my tears flow |
| He is crying |
| In my heart of lost dreams |
| On my love like on the street |
| And on my endless sorrows |
| It is raining |