Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les Madeleines , by - Françoise Hardy. Song from the album Triple Best Of, in the genre РелаксRelease date: 09.04.2009
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: French
Les Madeleines(original) |
| Quand il s’en va chercher sa madeleine |
| Il sent déjà le lait le caramel |
| Mais s’il prend les vessies pour des lanternes |
| Il sera saigné très vite aux quatre veines |
| Doucement |
| Gentiment |
| Comme un enfant |
| Innocent |
| Boit-il du jus d’orange |
| Ou fume-t-il des mélanges |
| Qui lui font voir la mer |
| En plein désert? |
| Quand il s’en va chérir sa Madeleine |
| Quand je le vois courir à perdre haleine |
| Ouvrir ses bras charmants à la vilaine |
| Qui cassera ses dents de porcelaine |
| Nez au vent |
| En rêvant |
| Comme un enfant |
| Innocent |
| A quinze pieds du sol |
| Il pare d’une auréole |
| Les guêpes pas du tout folles |
| Qu’il trouve en solde |
| Quand il s’en va chercher sa Madeleine |
| Je me mets à pleurer comme une madeleine |
| Il connaît pas vraiment les stratagèmes |
| Qui datent pourtant d’avant Mathusalem… |
| Et il s’en va croquer sa madeleine |
| Puisqu’il la croit dorée sucrée au miel |
| Et les gens rient de lui comme des baleines |
| But don’t you take all this too personnel |
| Nez au vent |
| En rêvant |
| Comme un enfant |
| Innocent |
| La tête dans les nuages |
| Il part dans des voyages |
| Où tous les marécages |
| Sont transparents… |
| (translation) |
| When he goes to get his madeleine |
| He already smells of milk and caramel |
| But if he takes the bladders for lanterns |
| He will be bled very quickly from the four veins |
| Gently |
| Kindly |
| Like a child |
| Innocent |
| Does he drink orange juice |
| Or does he smoke blends |
| Which make him see the sea |
| In the middle of the desert? |
| When he goes to cherish his Madeleine |
| When I see him running out of breath |
| Open her charming arms to the villain |
| Who will break his porcelain teeth |
| Nose to the Wind |
| Dreaming |
| Like a child |
| Innocent |
| Fifteen feet off the ground |
| He wears a halo |
| Wasps not at all mad |
| What he finds on sale |
| When he goes to get his Madeleine |
| I start to cry like a madeleine |
| He don't really know the schemes |
| Which however date from before Methuselah… |
| And he goes to bite into his madeleine |
| Since he thinks it golden sweetened with honey |
| And people laugh at him like whales |
| But don't you take all this too personal |
| Nose to the Wind |
| Dreaming |
| Like a child |
| Innocent |
| Head in the clouds |
| He goes on trips |
| Where all the swamps |
| Are transparent... |