Translation of the song lyrics Les derniers tziganes - Jean Ferrat

Les derniers tziganes - Jean Ferrat
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les derniers tziganes , by -Jean Ferrat
Song from the album: L'intégrale Temey - 195 chansons
In the genre:Поп
Release date:28.11.2010
Song language:French
Record label:TEME

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Les derniers tziganes (original)Les derniers tziganes (translation)
C’en est bien fini, nous ne verrons plus It's all over, we won't see no more
De l’Andalousie, les gitans venus From Andalusia, the gypsies came
La chemise ouverte sur leur peau brle The open shirt on their skin is burning
Les roulottes vertes au milieu des bls The green caravans in the middle of the bls
Et coquelicot, pavot arrach And poppy, poppy snatch
Les grands calicots place du march The large banners on the market square
Le ciel se fait lourd, les roses se fanent The sky is getting heavy, the roses are fading
Nous vivons le temps des derniers Tziganes We live in the time of the last Gypsies
Disparus l’enfant, voleur de cerceaux Gone the child, hoop thief
Les chevaux piaffants de tous leurs naseaux Horses prancing with all their nostrils
Disparus les nes avec leurs paniers Disappeared the donkeys with their baskets
Les belles gitanes sous les marronniers The beautiful gypsies under the chestnut trees
En ce temps qui va, qui va dvorant In this time which goes, which goes devouring
On n’a plus le droit d’tre diffrent We no longer have the right to be different
Le ciel se fait lourd, les roses se fanent The sky is getting heavy, the roses are fading
Nous vivons le temps des derniers Tziganes We live in the time of the last Gypsies
Plus de feux de camp prs des HLM No more campfires near HLMs
Rvolu le temps des anciens bohmes Gone are the days of the old bohemians
Finis l’esplanade et les tambourins Finished the esplanade and the tambourines
Les derniers nomades claquent dans leurs mains The last nomads clap their hands
Et la libert, femme de gitan And freedom, gypsy wife
Tombe poignarde sous l’effet du temps Grave stabs under the effect of time
Le ciel se fait lourd, les roses se fanent The sky is getting heavy, the roses are fading
Nous vivons le temps des derniers Tziganes.We live in the time of the last Gypsies.
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