 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le coeur fragile , by - Jean Ferrat. Song from the album L'intégrale Temey - 195 chansons, in the genre Поп
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le coeur fragile , by - Jean Ferrat. Song from the album L'intégrale Temey - 195 chansons, in the genre ПопRelease date: 28.11.2010
Record label: TEME
Song language: French
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le coeur fragile , by - Jean Ferrat. Song from the album L'intégrale Temey - 195 chansons, in the genre Поп
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le coeur fragile , by - Jean Ferrat. Song from the album L'intégrale Temey - 195 chansons, in the genre Поп| Le coeur fragile(original) | 
| Si je meurs un beau soir d’hiver | 
| On dira que c’est d’un cancer ou bien d’un truc quelque chose | 
| Il peut se trouver des experts | 
| Qui dcrteront au contraire que c’tait la tuberculose | 
| C’est pourquoi je prends les devants | 
| Pour affirmer ds maintenant, croyez pas ces vieux imbciles | 
| J’avais une sant de fer | 
| Je n’avais qu’un petit travers, j’avais le cњur un peu fragile | 
| Le cњur fragile, les mains fbriles, la bouche offerte | 
| J’aurai vcu, sans avoir cru, l’le dserte | 
| En attendant, le cњur battant, la dcouverte | 
| Je veux dormir, je veux mourir la porte ouverte | 
| Quand on prend tout d’un cњur lger | 
| Il parat qu’on vit sans danger que la mort longtemps nous vite | 
| Mais j’ai voulu croire au bonheur | 
| Et j’ai pris tant de choses cњur que mon cњur a battu trop vite | 
| Au lieu d’tre un homme averti | 
| Qui se passionne au ralenti, j’ai pris le parti des potes | 
| C’est en cherchant la toison d’or | 
| Que mon cњur a battu si fort, quand j’y pense encore, il s’arrte | 
| Le cњur fragile, les mains fbriles, la bouche offerte | 
| J’aurai vcu, sans avoir cru, l’le dserte | 
| En attendant, le cњur battant, la dcouverte | 
| Je veux dormir, je veux mourir la porte ouverte | 
| On me dira c’est pas srieux | 
| On ne s’en va pas pour si peu, il faut des raisons bien plus fortes | 
| Mais je n’ai pas d’autres raisons | 
| De mettre sous le paillasson, la petite cl de ma porte | 
| On peut mourir tout doucement | 
| D’un petit baiser qu’on attend, d’une voix froide au tlphone | 
| D’un mot qu’on lance bout portant | 
| D’une confiance qu’on reprend, d’un amour qui vous abandonne | 
| Le cњur fragile, les mains fbriles, la bouche offerte | 
| J’aurai vcu, sans avoir cru, l’le dserte | 
| En attendant, le cњur battant, la dcouverte | 
| Je veux dormir, je veux mourir la porte ouverte. | 
| (translation) | 
| If I die on a beautiful winter evening | 
| We'll say it's cancer or something | 
| There may be experts | 
| Who will decide on the contrary that it was tuberculosis | 
| That's why I take the lead | 
| To say right now, don't believe these old fools | 
| I had iron health | 
| I only had a little flaw, I had a little weak heart | 
| The fragile heart, the feverish hands, the mouth offered | 
| I would have lived, without having believed, the deserted island | 
| In the meantime, heart beating, discovery | 
| I want to sleep, I want to die with the door open | 
| When we take everything with a light heart | 
| It seems that we live without danger that death longs us fast | 
| But I wanted to believe in happiness | 
| And I took so many things to heart that my heart beat too fast | 
| Instead of being a knowledgeable man | 
| Who gets excited in slow motion, I took the side of the homies | 
| It's looking for the golden fleece | 
| That my heart beat so hard, when I think about it again, it stops | 
| The fragile heart, the feverish hands, the mouth offered | 
| I would have lived, without having believed, the deserted island | 
| In the meantime, heart beating, discovery | 
| I want to sleep, I want to die with the door open | 
| They'll tell me it's not serious | 
| We don't leave for so little, we need much stronger reasons | 
| But I have no other reasons | 
| To put under the doormat, the little key to my door | 
| We can die slowly | 
| With a long-awaited kiss, with a cold voice on the phone | 
| Of a word that is thrown point-blank | 
| Of a confidence that we regain, of a love that abandons you | 
| The fragile heart, the feverish hands, the mouth offered | 
| I would have lived, without having believed, the deserted island | 
| In the meantime, heart beating, discovery | 
| I want to sleep, I want to die with the door open. | 
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|---|---|
| Ma môme | 2013 | 
| À Brassens | 2009 | 
| A Brassens | 2010 | 
| Aimer à perdre la raison | 2009 | 
| C'est beau la vie | 2009 | 
| Ma France | 2010 | 
| Regarde toi paname | 2013 | 
| Federico Garcia Lorca | 2013 | 
| Les mercenaires | 2013 | 
| Que serais-je sans toi | 2015 | 
| L'eloge du celibat | 2013 | 
| Toujours la même g… | 2009 | 
| Federico Garçia Lorca | 2014 | 
| Fédérico Garcia Lorca | 2012 | 
| Eh l'amour | 1991 | 
| Au bout de mon âge | 2015 | 
| Les enfants terribles | 2015 | 
| Je ne puis vivre que de toi | 2019 | 
| Restera-t-il un chant d'oiseau | 2019 | 
| D'où que vienne l'accordéon | 2019 |