Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Il y a, artist - Jacques Brel. Album song Singles, in the genre
Date of issue: 08.10.2013
Record label: Revolver
Song language: French
Il y a(original) |
Il y a tant de brouillard dans les ports au matin |
Qu’il n’y a de filles dans le cœur des marins |
Il y a tant de nuages qui voyagent là-haut |
Qu’il n’y a d’oiseaux |
Il y a tant de labours, il y a tant de semences |
Qu’il n’y a de joie, d’espérance |
Il y a tant de ruisseaux, il y a tant de rivières |
Qu’il n’y a de cimetières |
Mais il y a dans le bleu, dans les yeux de ma mie |
Il y a dans ses yeux tant de vie |
Il y a dans ses cheveux, un peu d'éternité |
Sur sa lèvre tant de gaieté |
Il y a tant de lumière dans les rues des cités |
Qu’il n’y a d’enfants désolés |
Il y a tant de chansons perdues dans le vent |
Qu’il n’y a d’enfants |
Il y a tant de vitraux, il y a tant de clochers |
Qu’il n’y a de voix qui nous disent d’aimer |
Il y a tant de canaux qui traversent la terre |
Qu’il n' y a de rides aux visages des mères |
Mais il y a dans le bleu, dans les yeux de ma mie |
Il y a dans ses yeux tant de vie |
Il y a dans ses cheveux, un peu d'éternité |
Sur sa lèvre tant, tant de gaieté |
(translation) |
There's so much fog in the harbors in the morning |
That there are no girls in the hearts of sailors |
There are so many clouds traveling up there |
that there are no birds |
There's so much plowing, there's so much seed |
That there is joy, hope |
There are so many streams, there are so many rivers |
That there are no cemeteries |
But there's blue in my sweetie's eyes |
There's so much life in his eyes |
There's in her hair, a bit of eternity |
On his lip so much gaiety |
There's so much light in the city streets |
That there are no sorry children |
There are so many songs lost in the wind |
that there are no children |
There are so many stained glass windows, there are so many steeples |
That there are no voices telling us to love |
There are so many channels that cross the earth |
That there are no wrinkles in the faces of mothers |
But there's blue in my sweetie's eyes |
There's so much life in his eyes |
There's in her hair, a bit of eternity |
On his lip so, so much joy |