Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le coeur fragile, artist - Jean Ferrat. Album song L'intégrale Temey - 195 chansons, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.11.2010
Record label: TEME
Song language: French
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. |