Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le Marteau, artist - Julien Clerc. Album song Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 02.03.2003
Record label: Parlophone France, Warner Music France
Song language: French
Le Marteau(original) |
Encore une fois de son marteau |
Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh… |
Encore une fois de son marteau |
Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh… |
Quand le soleil secouait enfin la nuit |
Il allumait un tres grand feu |
D’ou il faisait jaillir son pain, sa vie |
De fond de ses dix doigts noueux… |
Et d’une montagne d’efforts |
Il faisait ruisseler de l’or |
Et a ca metal en fusion |
Il imposait sa raison |
Encore une fois de son marteau |
Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh… |
Encore une fois de son marteau |
Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh… |
Quand le grillon saluait enfin la nuit |
Quand s’eteignait le tres frand feu |
Il regagnait en paix son vieux logis |
Et son tres tres grand lit de buis |
Comme un vieux fleuve détourné |
Ce qu’il forgeait lui échappait |
Ce qui jaillissait de ses bras |
Faisait la fortune des rois, mais… |
Encore une fois de son marteau |
Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh… |
Encore une fois de son marteau |
Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh… |
Et pourtant dans cette vie |
Tout ce qu’il forge est a lui |
Les joies, les jours et les nuits… |
(translation) |
Again from his hammer |
He was hitting the iron which was hot oh... |
Again from his hammer |
He was hitting the iron which was hot oh... |
When the sun finally shook off the night |
He was lighting a very big fire |
From which he poured out his bread, his life |
From the bottom of his ten gnarled fingers... |
And a mountain of effort |
He was streaming gold |
And that's molten metal |
He imposed his reason |
Again from his hammer |
He was hitting the iron which was hot oh... |
Again from his hammer |
He was hitting the iron which was hot oh... |
When the cricket finally greeted the night |
When the very open fire died out |
He returned in peace to his old home |
And its very very large boxwood bed |
Like an old river diverted |
What he forged eluded him |
What sprang from his arms |
Made the fortune of kings, but... |
Again from his hammer |
He was hitting the iron which was hot oh... |
Again from his hammer |
He was hitting the iron which was hot oh... |
And yet in this life |
Everything he forges is his |
Joys, days and nights... |