Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le Patineur , by - Julien Clerc. Song from the album Fans, je vous aime, in the genre ПопRelease date: 17.11.2016
Record label: Parlophone (France)
Song language: French
Le Patineur(original) |
| Dans une ville o je passais… |
| Bien au nord du mois de Juillet, |
| Sur un grand lac, un lac gel, |
| Un homme en noir glissait, glissait. |
| Il avait un drle d’habit noir |
| Qui avait d faire les grands soirs |
| De l’Autriche et de la Hongrie, |
| Quand elles taient runies. |
| C’tait un chassier bizarre. |
| Il ne sort pas de ma mmoire. |
| Sur une jambe et jusqu’au soir, |
| Il glissait l sur son miroir… |
| Il patinait, il patinait… |
| Sur une jambe, il patinait. |
| Et puis la nuit est arrive. |
| Il lui a fallu s’arrter |
| Car les enfants devaient rentrer. |
| Le spectacle tait termin. |
| Une belle femme aux cheveux blancs |
| Est venue vers lui, gentiment, |
| Mettre une canne dans sa main |
| Et un long manteau sur ses reins. |
| C’tait un chassier bizarre. |
| Il ne sort pas de ma mmoire. |
| Sur une jambe et jusqu’au soir, |
| Il glissait l sur son miroir… |
| Il patinait, il patinait… |
| Sur une jambe il patinait. |
| Dans une ville o je passais… |
| Bien au nord du mois de Juillet, |
| Sur un grand lac, un lac gel, |
| Un homme en noir botait, botait… |
| Il patinait, il patinait… |
| Sur une jambe il patinait. |
| (translation) |
| In a town where I passed... |
| Well north of July, |
| On a great lake, a frozen lake, |
| A man in black slipped, slipped. |
| He had a funny black coat |
| Who had to do the big nights |
| From Austria and Hungary, |
| When they were together. |
| He was a weird hunter. |
| It does not leave my memory. |
| On one leg and until evening, |
| He slid it over his mirror... |
| He was skating, he was skating... |
| On one leg, he was skating. |
| And then the night came. |
| He had to stop |
| Because the children had to go home. |
| The show was over. |
| A beautiful woman with white hair |
| Came to him, kindly, |
| put a cane in his hand |
| And a long coat over his loins. |
| He was a weird hunter. |
| It does not leave my memory. |
| On one leg and until evening, |
| He slid it over his mirror... |
| He was skating, he was skating... |
| On one leg he was skating. |
| In a town where I passed... |
| Well north of July, |
| On a great lake, a frozen lake, |
| A man in black was kicking, kicking... |
| He was skating, he was skating... |
| On one leg he was skating. |