Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sans la nommer, artist - Georges Moustaki. Album song Les Amis De Georges, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 31.12.1973
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
Sans la nommer(original) |
Je voudrais sans la nommer vous parler d’elle |
Comme d’une bien-aimee, d’une infidele |
Une fille bien vivante qui se reveille |
A des lendemains qui chantent sous le soleil |
C’est elle que l’on matraque |
Que l’on poursuit, que l’on traque |
C’est elle qui se souleve, |
Qui souffre et se met en greve |
C’est elle qu’on emprisonne |
Qu’on trahit, qu’on abandonne |
Qui nous donne envie de vivre, |
Qui donne envie de la suivre jusqu’au bout |
Je voudrais sans la nommer lui rendre hommage |
Jolie fleur du mois de mai ou fruit sauvage |
Une plante bien plantee sur ces deux jambes |
Et qui traine en liberte ou bon lui semble |
C’est elle que l’on matraque |
Que l’on poursuit, que l’on traque |
C’est elle qui se souleve, |
Qui souffre et se met en greve |
C’est elle qu’on emprisonne |
Qu’on trahit qu’on abandonne |
Qui nous donne envie de vivre |
Qui donne envie de la suivre jusqu’au bout |
Je voudrais sans la nommer vous parler d’elle |
Bien aimee ou mal aimee elle est fidele |
Et si vous voulez que je vous la presente |
On l’appelle Revolution Permanente |
C’est elle que l’on matraque |
Que l’on poursuit que l’on traque |
C’est elle qui se souleve, |
Qui souffre et se met en greve |
C’est elle qu’on emprisonne |
Qu’on trahit qu’on abandonne |
Qui nous donne envie de vivre |
Qui donne envie de la suivre jusqu’au bout |
(translation) |
I would like to tell you about her without naming her |
As of a beloved, of an unfaithful |
A living girl waking up |
To tomorrows that sing under the sun |
It is she who is bludgeoned |
That we pursue, that we track |
It is she who rises, |
Who suffers and goes on strike |
It is she who is imprisoned |
That we betray, that we abandon |
Who makes us want to live, |
That makes you want to follow it to the end |
I would like without naming her to pay homage to her |
Pretty May Flower or Wild Fruit |
A plant well planted on these two legs |
And who roams free wherever he pleases |
It is she who is bludgeoned |
That we pursue, that we track |
It is she who rises, |
Who suffers and goes on strike |
It is she who is imprisoned |
That we betray that we abandon |
that makes us want to live |
That makes you want to follow it to the end |
I would like to tell you about her without naming her |
Loved or unloved she is faithful |
And if you want me to introduce her to you |
We call it Permanent Revolution |
It is she who is bludgeoned |
That we pursue that we stalk |
It is she who rises, |
Who suffers and goes on strike |
It is she who is imprisoned |
That we betray that we abandon |
that makes us want to live |
That makes you want to follow it to the end |