Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jour Et Nuit, artist - Lucienne Delyle. Album song Lucienne Delyle - Mon amant de Saint-Jean, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 02.08.2010
Record label: TIM The International Music Company
Song language: French
Jour Et Nuit(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 her 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 |