Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Fille Du Fossoyeur, artist - Jean-Louis Murat. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Song language: French
La Fille Du Fossoyeur(original) |
| Quelle est cette fille qui passe |
| D’un pied léger, d’un air riant? |
| Dans son sourire que de grâce |
| De bonté dans son œil brillant ! |
| Elle est modeste et désespère |
| Ses compagnes par sa fraîcheur; |
| Sa beauté fait l’orgueil d’un père; |
| C’est la fille du fossoyeur |
| Claire habite le cimetière |
| Ce qu’au soleil on voit briller; |
| C’est sa fenêtre, et sa volière |
| Qu’on entend d’ici gazouiller |
| Là-bas, voltige sur les tombes |
| Un couple éclatant de blancheur; |
| A qui ces deux blanches colombes? |
| A la fille du fossoyeur |
| On l’entend rire dès l’aurore |
| Sous les lilas de ce bosquet |
| Où les fleurs humides encore |
| A sa main s’offrent par bouquets |
| Là, que les plantes croissent belles ! |
| Que les myrtes ont de vigueur ! |
| Là, toujours des roses nouvelles |
| Pour la fille du fossoyeur |
| Sous son toit, demain grande fête; |
| Son père va la marier |
| Elle épouse, et la noce est prête |
| Un jeune et beau ménétrier |
| Demain, sous la gaze et la soie |
| Comme en dansant battra son cœur ! |
| Dieu donne enfants, travail et joie |
| A la fille du fossoyeur |
| (translation) |
| What is that girl passing by |
| With a light foot, with a laughing air? |
| In her gracious smile |
| Kindness in his shining eye! |
| She is modest and desperate |
| Her companions by her freshness; |
| Her beauty is a father's pride; |
| She's the gravedigger's daughter |
| Claire lives in the cemetery |
| What in the sun we see shining; |
| It's his window, and his aviary |
| That we hear from here chirping |
| Over there, acrobatics on the graves |
| A couple dazzling with whiteness; |
| Whose two white doves? |
| To the gravedigger's daughter |
| We hear him laugh at dawn |
| Under the lilacs of this grove |
| Where the wet flowers still |
| To his hand are offered in bouquets |
| There, let the plants grow beautiful! |
| How vigorous are the myrtles! |
| There, always new roses |
| For the gravedigger's daughter |
| Under his roof, tomorrow big party; |
| Her father is going to marry her |
| She marries, and the wedding is ready |
| A young and handsome fiddler |
| Tomorrow under gauze and silk |
| How in dancing his heart will beat! |
| God gives children, work and joy |
| To the gravedigger's daughter |