Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le Tombeau Des Naïades, artist - Claude Debussy.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: French
Le Tombeau Des Naïades(original) |
Le long du bois couvert de givre, je marchais; |
Mes cheveux devant ma bouche |
Se fleurissaient de petits glaçons |
Et mes sandales étaient lourdes |
De neige fangeuse et tassée |
Il me dit: «Que cherches-tu?» |
Je suis la trace du satyre |
Ses petits pas fourchus alternent |
Comme des trous dans un manteau blanc |
Il me dit: «Les satyres sont morts |
«Les satyres et les nymphes aussi |
Depuis trente ans, il n’a pas fait un hiver aussi terrible |
La trace que tu vois est celle d’un bouc |
Mais restons ici, où est leur tombeau.» |
Et avec le fer de sa houe il cassa la glace |
De la source ou jadis riaient les naïades |
Il prenait de grands morceaux froids |
Et les soulevant vers le ciel pâle |
Il regardait au travers |
(translation) |
Along the frost-covered wood I walked; |
My hair in front of my mouth |
Bloomed with little icicles |
And my sandals were heavy |
Muddy, packed snow |
He said to me, "What are you looking for?" |
I am the trace of the satyr |
His little forked steps alternate |
Like holes in a white coat |
He said to me, "The satyrs are dead |
"Satyrs and nymphs too |
For thirty years there has not been such a terrible winter |
The track you see is that of a goat |
But let's stay here, where their tomb is." |
And with the iron of his hoe he broke the ice |
From the spring where the naiads once laughed |
He was taking big cold chunks |
And lifting them up to the pale sky |
He was looking through |