Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peuplades , by - Jeanne Moreau. Song from the album Succès et Confidences, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 20.11.2005
Record label: Jacques Canetti
Song language: French
Peuplades(original) |
| Elles germaient, ces peuplades |
| Comme écume sur le flot |
| Secouez la mer malade |
| Une troupe sort de l’eau |
| Secouez la mer malade |
| Clopin-clopant sur l'îlot |
| Une race cherche un lot |
| Et commence la parade |
| Une race cherche un lot |
| Polit ses armes, ses jades |
| Ses dieux, ses chants, ses grelots |
| Ses ongles, ses palissades |
| Ses dieux, ses chants, ses grelots |
| Pullulent quelques décades |
| Puis tout passe à la cascade |
| Et retourne dans le flot |
| Elles germaient, ces peuplades |
| Comme écume sur le flot |
| Secouez la mer malade |
| Une troupe sort de l’eau |
| Secouez la mer malade |
| Clopin-clopant sur l'îlot |
| Une race cherche un lot |
| Et commence la parade |
| Une race cherche un lot |
| Polit ses armes, ses jades |
| Ses dieux, ses chants, ses grelots |
| Ses ongles, ses palissades |
| Ses dieux, ses chants, ses grelots |
| Pullulent quelques décades |
| Puis tout passe à la cascade |
| Et retourne dans le flot |
| Elles germaient, ces peuplades |
| Comme écume sur le flot |
| Secouez la mer malade |
| Une troupe sort de l’eau |
| Secouez la mer malade |
| Clopin-clopant sur l'îlot |
| Une race cherche un lot |
| Et commence la parade |
| Une race cherche un lot |
| Polit ses armes, ses jades |
| Ses dieux, ses chants, ses grelots |
| Ses ongles, ses palissades |
| Ses dieux, ses chants, ses grelots |
| Pullulent quelques décades |
| Puis tout passe à la cascade |
| Et retourne dans le flot |
| (translation) |
| They germinated, these tribes |
| Like foam on the water |
| Shake the sick sea |
| A troop comes out of the water |
| Shake the sick sea |
| hobbling on the islet |
| A race seeks a lot |
| And the parade begins |
| A race seeks a lot |
| Polishes his weapons, his jades |
| Its gods, its songs, its bells |
| His nails, his palisades |
| Its gods, its songs, its bells |
| Pullulate a few decades |
| Then it all goes down the drain |
| And go back in the flow |
| They germinated, these tribes |
| Like foam on the water |
| Shake the sick sea |
| A troop comes out of the water |
| Shake the sick sea |
| hobbling on the islet |
| A race seeks a lot |
| And the parade begins |
| A race seeks a lot |
| Polishes his weapons, his jades |
| Its gods, its songs, its bells |
| His nails, his palisades |
| Its gods, its songs, its bells |
| Pullulate a few decades |
| Then it all goes down the drain |
| And go back in the flow |
| They germinated, these tribes |
| Like foam on the water |
| Shake the sick sea |
| A troop comes out of the water |
| Shake the sick sea |
| hobbling on the islet |
| A race seeks a lot |
| And the parade begins |
| A race seeks a lot |
| Polishes his weapons, his jades |
| Its gods, its songs, its bells |
| His nails, his palisades |
| Its gods, its songs, its bells |
| Pullulate a few decades |
| Then it all goes down the drain |
| And go back in the flow |