Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jamais ne s'oublient , by - Lucienne Delyle. Release date: 12.12.2010
Song language: French
Jamais ne s'oublient(original) |
| La rivière du voyageur |
| Se promène dans la savane |
| Elle roule tous les malheurs |
| Des grands nègres de la Louisiane |
| Jour et nuit, on entend sa complainte |
| Jour et nuit, on entend sa chanson |
| C’est le vent qui répète sa plainte |
| En passant sur les champs de coton |
| Le tam-tam résonne au loin |
| Et les oiseaux roucoulent d’amour |
| Mais là-bas, roulant sans fin |
| C’est la rivière qui gronde toujours |
| De son bruit sourd |
| Jour et nuit, c’est toujours sa complainte |
| Jour et nuit, c’est toujours sa chanson |
| Obsédant, le vent porte sa plainte |
| Tristement, au fond de l’horizon |
| La rivière sort de son lit |
| Et bouscule les pauvres hommes |
| Elle emporte tout un pays |
| Elle emporte ce que nous sommes |
| Jour et nuit, pour calmer sa colère |
| Jour et nuit, les nègres vont prier |
| Dans le vent, on entend les prières |
| Implorant une part de pitié |
| Le grand Jim avait peiné |
| Et ses cheveux étaient en argent |
| Mais le flot l’a emporté |
| Alors tant pis pour ses cheveux blancs |
| Et ses enfants |
| Jour et nuit, on entend la rivière |
| Jour et nuit, et son grand tourbillon |
| Hou, hou, hou, on entend la rivière |
| Hou, hou, hou, le nègre dort au fond |
| (translation) |
| The Traveler's River |
| Walks in the savannah |
| She rolls all the misfortunes |
| Big niggers from Louisiana |
| Day and night we hear his lament |
| Day and night we hear his song |
| It's the wind that repeats its complaint |
| Passing over the cotton fields |
| The tom-tom resounds in the distance |
| And the birds coo with love |
| But there, rolling endlessly |
| It's the river that always roars |
| Of its thud |
| Day and night is always her lament |
| Day and night, it's still his song |
| Obsessive, the wind carries its complaint |
| Sadly, at the bottom of the horizon |
| The river comes out of its bed |
| And hustle the poor men |
| She takes a whole country |
| She takes what we are |
| Day and night, to calm his anger |
| Day and night niggers go pray |
| In the wind we hear the prayers |
| Begging for a share of mercy |
| Big Jim had toiled |
| And her hair was silver |
| But the tide took him away |
| So too bad for her white hair |
| And his children |
| Day and night we hear the river |
| Day and night, and its great whirlwind |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, we hear the river |
| Whoo, whoo, whoo, the nigga sleepin' in the back |