Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La porte est close, artist - Daniel Balavoine. Album song Anthologie, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Barclay
Song language: French
La porte est close(original) |
| La porte est close |
| Je voudrais sortir de l’enfer |
| La porte est close |
| Ma tête explose |
| Ils ont emmuré nos terres |
| Oh! |
| ma tête explose |
| Ils m’ont demandé |
| Ce que je faisais là |
| Je leur ai expliqué |
| Que je venais pour toi |
| Alors au bout de leurs fusils |
| Ils m’ont ramené chez moi |
| Ils ont dit à nos parents |
| Qu'à partir d 'aujourd'hui |
| Commençait vraiment le bon temps |
| C'était le treize août 1961 |
| J’allais rue Bernauer |
| Je devais voir mon frère |
| Pour parler de liberté; |
| Je n’ai rien dit |
| Quand ils ont demandé; |
| mon frère |
| Moi j’ai rien dit |
| M’ont interdit de retourner |
| Rue Bernauer |
| M’ont interdit |
| Ils nous ont raconté; |
| Que tu avais trahi |
| Que t’avais choisi |
| Le mauvais côté du pays |
| Qu’ils ne fallait rien regretter |
| Puisque nous, nous étions restés |
| Ils ont dit à nos parents |
| Qu'à partir d’aujourd’hui |
| Tu n'étais plus leur enfant |
| C'était le treize août 1961 |
| J’allais rue Bernauer |
| Je devais voir mon frère |
| Pour parler de liberté; |
| (translation) |
| The door is closed |
| I wanna get out of hell |
| The door is closed |
| my head is exploding |
| They walled up our lands |
| Oh! |
| my head is exploding |
| They asked me |
| What I was doing there |
| I explained to them |
| That I was coming for you |
| So at the end of their guns |
| They took me home |
| They told our parents |
| that from today |
| Really started the good times |
| It was August thirteenth, 1961 |
| I was going rue Bernauer |
| I had to see my brother |
| To speak of freedom; |
| I said nothing |
| When they asked; |
| my brother |
| I didn't say anything |
| Forbade me to return |
| Bernauerstraat |
| banned me |
| They told us; |
| That you betrayed |
| What you chose |
| The wrong side of the country |
| That they had nothing to regret |
| Since we had stayed |
| They told our parents |
| That from today |
| You were no longer their child |
| It was August thirteenth, 1961 |
| I was going rue Bernauer |
| I had to see my brother |
| To speak of freedom; |