Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le père dit à son fils, artist - Julien Clerc. Album song Fou, peut-être, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 03.11.2011
Record label: Free Demo
Song language: French
Le père dit à son fils(original) |
Il disait à son fils |
comment était le monde, comment était la vie… |
Puis il posait son doigt sur une mappemonde, |
nous irons par ici. |
c etait des océans, la mer et le rivage, |
le pays merveilleux… |
Son fils l ecoutait, |
lisait sur son visage |
puis il fermait les yeux… |
ce n est qu une chanson, ne la croyez pas triste, |
ta ba da da da da on se promene ainsi. |
on croit que l on avance, |
on sait que l on existe. |
ta ba da da da da avec des mais, des si… |
il est devenu vieux, |
il n a pas voyagé. |
le pere avec son fils. |
car on remet sans cesse, |
à demain sans bouger, |
comme un feu d artifice |
qui n eclaterait pas dans le ciel où sans bruit, |
vers le draps on se glisse. |
et puis on se regarde, un jour on a changé, |
une chaude pelisse… |
ce n est qu une chanson, |
ne la croyez pas triste. |
ta ba da da da da on se promene ainsi. |
on croit que l on avance, |
on sait que l on existe. |
ta ba da da da da avec des mais, des si… |
au fond d un grand jardin, |
le pere dit a son fils, comment etait la vie. |
le miracle des jours où quelques fois se glisse |
un peu de poesie. |
puis il lui prend la main, |
le voyage d ulysse, |
demain ce sera lui… |
et tous les 2 se taisent, |
que le matin finisse, |
mais le fils a grandi… |
ce n est qu une chanson, ne la croyez pas triste. |
ta ba da da da da on se promene ainsi. |
on croit que l on avance, |
on sait que l on existe. |
ta ba da da da da avec des mais, des si… |
(translation) |
He said to his son |
how was the world, how was life... |
Then he put his finger on a world map, |
we'll go this way. |
it was oceans, sea and shore, |
Wonderland... |
His son listened to him, |
read his face |
then he closed his eyes... |
it's just a song, don't think it's sad, |
ta ba da da da we walk like this. |
we believe that we are moving forward, |
we know we exist. |
your ba da da da with buts, ifs… |
he grew old, |
he did not travel. |
the father with his son. |
because we constantly put back, |
see you tomorrow without moving, |
like fireworks |
that would not burst into the sky where noiseless, |
towards the sheets we slip. |
and then we look at each other, one day we changed, |
a warm coat… |
it's just a song, |
don't think she's sad. |
ta ba da da da we walk like this. |
we believe that we are moving forward, |
we know we exist. |
your ba da da da with buts, ifs… |
at the bottom of a large garden, |
the father told his son, how life was. |
the miracle of the days when sometimes slips |
A little poetry. |
then he takes her hand, |
the journey of ulysses, |
tomorrow it will be him... |
and both are silent, |
let the morning end, |
but the son has grown... |
it's just a song, don't think it's sad. |
ta ba da da da we walk like this. |
we believe that we are moving forward, |
we know we exist. |
your ba da da da with buts, ifs… |