Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le Paravent, artist - Les Innocents. Date of issue: 31.01.1992
Song language: French
Le Paravent(original) |
| hey ! |
| hey ! |
| envie d’aller voir du pays |
| faire faire un tour à ce néant |
| qu’on devient toujours |
| Dieu sait comment |
| au soleil |
| probablement, brave Louis |
| qu’on redeviendrait ces géants |
| que l’on fut un jour |
| en d’autres temps |
| sur des plages, endormis |
| à régner sur des fourmis |
| oh ! |
| Louis, la sale vie, la sale vie, fuyons |
| qui nous réclame à présent? |
| les enfants ont des enfants |
| oh ! |
| Louis, la sale vie, la sale vie, allons |
| quelques semaines ou dix ans |
| noyer dans le vent |
| la sale vie |
| hey ! |
| hey ! |
| aurions-nous si vite vielli? |
| peur de se grand vide béant |
| qui attend notre tour |
| bien gentiment |
| on veille, |
| par toutes ces promesses éblouis |
| d’aller rejoindre l’océan |
| et, sur le retour |
| notre tourment |
| aux visages infinis |
| araignées, mouches et fourmis |
| oh! |
| Sylvie, la belle vie, la belle vie, voyons |
| les enfants ont des enfants |
| qui réclament des présents |
| oh! |
| Sylvie, la belle vie, la belle vie, allons |
| quelques semaines ou dix ans |
| couler dans le vent |
| la belle vie |
| ne peut-on rester ici |
| sans attraper les fourmis? |
| la belle vie, la sale vie, la sale vie, la belle vie |
| jetons ce paravent |
| sans derrière ni devant |
| amis, ennemis, ennemis, amis |
| comme auparavant |
| et dorénavant |
| noyés dans le vent… |
| oh ! |
| Louis, la sale vie, la belle vie, c’est long |
| quelques semaines ou dix ans |
| ailleurs on nous attend |
| oh ! |
| Sylvie, la belle vie, la sale vie, s’en vont |
| quelques siècles ou dix mille ans |
| tout va s'éclairant |
| la belle vie |
| la sale vie |
| la sale vie |
| la belle vie… |
| (translation) |
| hey! |
| hey! |
| want to go see the country |
| give this nothingness a spin |
| that we always become |
| God knows how |
| under the sun |
| probably, brave Louis |
| that we would become these giants again |
| that we were once |
| in other times |
| on beaches, asleep |
| to rule over ants |
| Oh ! |
| Louis, the dirty life, the dirty life, let's run away |
| who claims us now? |
| children have children |
| Oh ! |
| Louis, the dirty life, the dirty life, let's go |
| a few weeks or ten years |
| drown in the wind |
| the dirty life |
| hey! |
| hey! |
| would we have aged so quickly? |
| fear of a gaping void |
| waiting for our turn |
| very kindly |
| we watch, |
| by all these dazzled promises |
| to go to the ocean |
| and, on the return |
| our torment |
| with infinite faces |
| spiders, flies and ants |
| Oh! |
| Sylvie, the good life, the good life, let's see |
| children have children |
| who ask for gifts |
| Oh! |
| Sylvie, the good life, the good life, come on |
| a few weeks or ten years |
| flow in the wind |
| the good life |
| can't we stay here |
| without catching ants? |
| the good life, the dirty life, the dirty life, the good life |
| let's throw away this screen |
| without back or front |
| friends, enemies, enemies, friends |
| as before |
| and henceforth |
| drowned in the wind... |
| Oh ! |
| Louis, the dirty life, the good life, it's long |
| a few weeks or ten years |
| elsewhere we are expected |
| Oh ! |
| Sylvie, the good life, the dirty life, go away |
| a few centuries or ten thousand years |
| everything is clearing up |
| the good life |
| the dirty life |
| the dirty life |
| the good life… |