Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zucayan , by - Julien Clerc. Song from the album Des Jours Entiers À T'aimer, in the genre ПопRelease date: 05.07.2009
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: French
Zucayan(original) |
| Les filons furent épuisés |
| Avant d'être mis à jour |
| Ils furent exploités |
| Avant même d’exister |
| (Zucayan) |
| Les chercheurs ont jeté |
| Leurs pioches et leurs tamis |
| L’or est devenu sourd |
| A leur triste folie |
| (Zucayan) |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| Les sales et mauvaises fleurs |
| Ont envahi les rues |
| Les plantes carnivores |
| S’installent sur les balcons |
| (Zucayan) |
| Les hommes se sont tus |
| Ils ont fui leur maison |
| Et sont partis ailleurs |
| Refaire fortune encore |
| (Zucayan) |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| Tout seul je suis resté |
| Parmi les indiens bleus |
| Les lianes enchevêtrées |
| Et les anciennes mines |
| (Zucayan) |
| Ma barbe pousse lentement |
| Et la couleur de mes yeux |
| Se délave dans le temps |
| De ma mémoire en ruine |
| (Zucayan) |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| Je vieillirai sans joie |
| Auprès des piranhas |
| Et je finirai roi |
| De sauvages trop sages |
| (Zucayan) |
| Au moment du voyage |
| Je retrouverai les mines |
| Je redécouvrirai les filons |
| Je redeviendrai riche |
| (Zucayan) |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
| A Zucayan |
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| A Zucayan |
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| (translation) |
| The veins were exhausted |
| Before being updated |
| They were exploited |
| Before even existing |
| (Zucayan) |
| The researchers threw |
| Their pickaxes and their sieves |
| Gold has gone deaf |
| To their sad madness |
| (Zucayan) |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| The dirty and bad flowers |
| took to the streets |
| carnivorous plants |
| Install on balconies |
| (Zucayan) |
| The men fell silent |
| They fled their home |
| And went somewhere else |
| Make a fortune again |
| (Zucayan) |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| All alone I remained |
| Among the blue Indians |
| The tangled vines |
| And the old mines |
| (Zucayan) |
| My beard is growing slowly |
| And the color of my eyes |
| Fades over time |
| Of my crumbling memory |
| (Zucayan) |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| I will grow old without joy |
| With the piranhas |
| And I will end up king |
| Too wise savages |
| (Zucayan) |
| At the time of travel |
| I will find the mines |
| I will rediscover the veins |
| I'll be rich again |
| (Zucayan) |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
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| To Zucayan |
| To Zucayan |
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