Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dame lombarde , by - Malicorne. Song from the album Quintessence, in the genre Кельтская музыкаRelease date: 06.08.2000
Record label: Hexagone
Song language: French
Dame lombarde(original) |
| Allons au bois, Dame Lombarde, allons au bois |
| Nous trouverons le serpent verde, nous le tuerons |
| Allons au bois, Dame Lombarde, allons au bois |
| Nous trouverons le serpent verde, nous le tuerons |
| Dans une pinte de vin rouge, nous le mettrons |
| Quand ton mari viendra de chasse, grand soif aura |
| Dans une pinte de vin rouge, nous le mettrons |
| Quand ton mari viendra de chasse, grand soif aura |
| Tire du vin Dame Lombarde, tire du vin |
| Eh ! |
| Par ma foi, mon amant Pierre, n’y a de tiré |
| Tire du vin Dame Lombarde, tire du vin |
| Eh ! |
| Par ma foi, mon amant Pierre, n’y a de tiré |
| L’enfant du bré, jamais ne parle, a bien parlé |
| Ne buvez pas de ça, mon père, vous en mourrez |
| L’enfant du bré, jamais ne parle, a bien parlé |
| Ne buvez pas de ça, mon père, vous en mourrez |
| Buvez-en vous, Dame Lombarde, buvez-en vous |
| Eh ! |
| Par la foi, mon amant Pierre, n’ai point de soif |
| Buvez-en vous, Dame Lombarde, buvez-en vous |
| Eh ! |
| Par la foi, mon amant Pierre, n’ai point de soif |
| Elle n’a pas bu demi-verre, s’est renversée |
| Elle n’a pas bu le plein verre, a trépassé |
| Elle n’a pas bu demi-verre, s’est renversée |
| Elle n’a pas bu le plein verre, a trépassé |
| (translation) |
| Let's go to the wood, Dame Lombarde, let's go to the wood |
| We'll find the green snake, we'll kill it |
| Let's go to the wood, Dame Lombarde, let's go to the wood |
| We'll find the green snake, we'll kill it |
| In a pint of red wine we'll put it |
| When your husband comes hunting, he will be very thirsty |
| In a pint of red wine we'll put it |
| When your husband comes hunting, he will be very thirsty |
| Pull some wine Lady Lombard, pull some wine |
| Hey! |
| By my faith, my lover Pierre, there is nothing |
| Pull some wine Lady Lombard, pull some wine |
| Hey! |
| By my faith, my lover Pierre, there is nothing |
| The child of the bre, never speaks, spoke well |
| Don't drink this, father, you'll die |
| The child of the bre, never speaks, spoke well |
| Don't drink this, father, you'll die |
| Drink it up, Dame Lombarde, drink it up |
| Hey! |
| By faith, my lover Peter, have no thirst |
| Drink it up, Dame Lombarde, drink it up |
| Hey! |
| By faith, my lover Peter, have no thirst |
| She didn't drink half glass, spilled |
| She didn't drink the full glass, passed away |
| She didn't drink half glass, spilled |
| She didn't drink the full glass, passed away |