Lyrics of La rose et le bourdon - Julien Clerc

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?