Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Il changeait la vie, artist - Jean-Jacques Goldman. Date of issue: 22.11.1996
Song language: French
Il changeait la vie(original) |
| LA TROUPE DE ROBIN DES BOIS |
| C'était un cordonnier, sans rien d’particulier |
| Dans un village dont le nom m’a échappé |
| Qui faisait des souliers si jolis, si légers |
| Que nos vies semblaient un peu moins lourdes à porter |
| Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du cœur |
| Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures |
| Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories |
| À sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui |
| Il changeait la vie |
| C'était un professeur, un simple professeur |
| Qui pensait que savoir était un grand trésor |
| Que tous les moins que rien n’avaient pour s’en sortir |
| Que l'école et le droit qu’a chacun de s’instruire |
| Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du cœur |
| Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures |
| Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories |
| A sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui |
| Il changeait la vie |
| C'était un p’tit bonhomme, rien qu’un tout p’tit bonhomme |
| Malhabile et rêveur, un peu loupé en somme |
| Se croyait inutile, banni des autres hommes |
| Il pleurait sur son saxophone |
| Il y mit tant de temps, de larmes et de douleur |
| Les rêves de sa vie, les prisons de son cœur |
| Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories |
| Inspiré jour après jour de son souffle et de ses cris |
| Il changeait la vie |
| Il changeait la vie |
| Il changeait la vie |
| Il changeait la vie |
| Il changeait la vie |
| Il changeait, il changeait la vie |
| Il changeait la vie |
| Il changeait la vie |
| (translation) |
| THE ROBIN HOOD TROUPE |
| He was a shoemaker, nothing special |
| In a village whose name escaped me |
| Who made shoes so pretty, so light |
| That our lives seemed a little less heavy to bear |
| He put time, talent and heart into it |
| So passed his life in the midst of our hours |
| And far from fine speeches, from grand theories |
| At his task every day, you could say of him |
| He was life changing |
| He was a teacher, just a teacher |
| Who thought knowledge was a great treasure |
| That all the less than nothing had to get by |
| That school and the right of everyone to learn |
| He put time, talent and heart into it |
| So passed his life in the midst of our hours |
| And far from fine speeches, from grand theories |
| At his task each day, one could say of him |
| He was life changing |
| He was a little guy, just a very little guy |
| Clumsy and dreamy, a little missed in sum |
| Believed himself useless, banished from other men |
| He was crying on his saxophone |
| It took so much time, tears and pain |
| The dreams of her life, the prisons of her heart |
| And far from fine speeches, from grand theories |
| Inspired day after day by his breath and his cries |
| He was life changing |
| He was life changing |
| He was life changing |
| He was life changing |
| He was life changing |
| It was changing, it was life changing |
| He was life changing |
| He was life changing |