Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picasso Colombe , by - Jean Ferrat. Song from the album Ferrat 2000: L'intégrale, in the genre ПопRelease date: 22.11.1995
Record label: Temey
Song language: French
Picasso Colombe(original) |
| Il était un homme-oiseau |
| Qui cueillit le monde rond |
| L’ouvrit de ses doigts pipeaux |
| L’enfouit dans son œil citron |
| Puis déshabilla les dieux |
| Les fit danser dans les bois |
| Les croqua de ses dents bleues |
| Les enivra de hautbois |
| Picasso colombe au laurier |
| Fit Guernica la mort aux cornes |
| Pour que dans un monde sans bornes |
| La nuit ne vienne plus jamais |
| La nuit ne vienne plus jamais |
| Il était un homme-fruit |
| Qui roula dans l’herbe crue |
| Sur une femme pétrie |
| Par un dieu Pan au poil dru |
| Femme il fendit ton chignon |
| D’un coup de soleil tranchant |
| Le fendit comme un oignon |
| Dans la cuisine des champs |
| Picasso colombe au laurier |
| Fit Guernica la mort aux cornes |
| Pour que dans un monde sans bornes |
| La nuit ne vienne plus jamais |
| La nuit ne vienne plus jamais |
| Il était un homme enfin |
| Prit le fruit et le croqua |
| Prit l’oiseau le fit humain |
| Coloriant aux éclats |
| But le temps et s’enivra |
| But le vin qui devint pur |
| Prit la cage et la brisa |
| Sur la porte du futur |
| Picasso colombe au laurier |
| Fit Guernica la mort aux cornes |
| Pour que dans un monde sans bornes |
| La nuit ne vienne plus jamais |
| La nuit ne vienne plus jamais |
| La nuit ne vienne plus jamais |
| (translation) |
| He was a birdman |
| Who picked the round world |
| Opened it with his slender fingers |
| Buries it in her lemon eye |
| Then undressed the gods |
| Made them dance in the woods |
| Chewed them with his blue teeth |
| Intoxicated them with oboe |
| Picasso dove with laurel |
| Fit Guernica the Horned Death |
| So that in a boundless world |
| The night never comes again |
| The night never comes again |
| He was a fruit man |
| Who rolled in the raw grass |
| On a kneaded woman |
| By a wispy-haired god Pan |
| Woman he split your bun |
| With a sharp sunburn |
| Split him like an onion |
| In the field kitchen |
| Picasso dove with laurel |
| Fit Guernica the Horned Death |
| So that in a boundless world |
| The night never comes again |
| The night never comes again |
| He was a man at last |
| Took the fruit and bit it |
| Took the bird made him human |
| Burst coloring |
| Drank the time and got drunk |
| Drank the wine that became pure |
| Took the cage and broke it |
| On the doorstep of the future |
| Picasso dove with laurel |
| Fit Guernica the Horned Death |
| So that in a boundless world |
| The night never comes again |
| The night never comes again |
| The night never comes again |