Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La rose et le bourdon , by - Julien Clerc. Release date: 20.05.2021
Song language: French
La rose et le bourdon(original) |
| Des glaciers millénaires |
| Qui nous ont vu grandir |
| Des jardins éphémères |
| Qui savent tout de nos rires |
| Du raisin à l’automne |
| Des cerises à l'été |
| Quand sonnaient les trombones |
| Où étions-nous cachés? |
| A cet enfant qui nait |
| Qui pose la question |
| Comment lui expliquer |
| La rose et le bourdon |
| Comment lui raconter |
| Le tourment des saisons |
| A cet enfant qui nait |
| Qui pose la question: |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Et que lui a-t-on laissé? |
| [Couplet 2} |
| Des forêts d’acacias |
| Bien plus grandes que vous |
| Ta robe de lilas |
| Qui me rendait fou |
| Des océans qui grondent |
| Aux déserts immenses |
| Nos âmes vagabondes |
| Ont perdu l’innocence |
| A cet enfant qui nait |
| Qui pose la question |
| Comment lui expliquer |
| Les pâles floraisons |
| Comment lui raconter |
| La brume à l’horizon |
| A cet enfant qui nait |
| Qui pose la question: |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Et que lui a-t-on laissé? |
| Des glaciers millénaires |
| Qui nous ont vu grandir |
| Des jardins éphémères |
| Qui savent tout de nos rires |
| Du raisin à l’automne |
| Des cerises à l'été |
| Quand sonnaient les trombones |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Pourquoi n’a-t-on rien fait? |
| Et que lui a-t-on laissé? |
| (translation) |
| Thousand-year-old glaciers |
| Who saw us grow |
| Ephemeral gardens |
| Who know all of our laughter |
| Grapes in the fall |
| cherries in the summer |
| When the trombones sounded |
| Where were we hiding? |
| To this child who is born |
| Who asks the question |
| How to explain to him |
| The rose and the bumblebee |
| How to tell him |
| The Torment of the Seasons |
| To this child who is born |
| Who asks the question: |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| And what was left for him? |
| [Verse 2} |
| Acacia forests |
| much bigger than you |
| Your lilac dress |
| that drove me crazy |
| Rumbling oceans |
| To immense deserts |
| Our wandering souls |
| Have lost innocence |
| To this child who is born |
| Who asks the question |
| How to explain to him |
| The pale blooms |
| How to tell him |
| The mist on the horizon |
| To this child who is born |
| Who asks the question: |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| And what was left for him? |
| Thousand-year-old glaciers |
| Who saw us grow |
| Ephemeral gardens |
| Who know all of our laughter |
| Grapes in the fall |
| cherries in the summer |
| When the trombones sounded |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| Why has nothing been done? |
| And what was left for him? |