Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La mule , by - Malicorne. Song from the album Le bestiaire, in the genre Кельтская музыкаRelease date: 09.10.2005
Record label: Le Roseau
Song language: French
La mule(original) |
| Dis-moi, dis-moi forgeron |
| Combien pour ferrer ma mule? |
| C’est 5 sols mon prince |
| Cinq sols et un denier |
| Dis-moi, dis-moi forgeron |
| Si tu tiendras ma mule? |
| J’en ai tenu d’autres |
| Celle-ci je tiendrai |
| Au premier fer que tu mettras |
| Elle va t’appeler pre |
| Au premier clou qu’il plante |
| Mon pre elle l’appelait |
| Qui est donc cette mule |
| Qui m’appelle pre? |
| Votre fille Jeanne |
| Qui est morte et enterre |
| Dis-moi, dis-moi Jeanne |
| Qui t’a change en mule? |
| Le cur de Lalande |
| C’est lui qui m’a fait damner |
| Le long de la Bruyre |
| Quand j’tais jeune fille |
| Une fois la semaine |
| Il venait m’y trouver |
| A ma sur allez dire |
| Ne va pas la Bruyre |
| Autrement mon pre |
| Elle ira se damner |
| Mes habits la maison |
| Que jamais ne les porte |
| Prenez-les bien vite |
| C’est pour les faire brler |
| Vous mettrez les cendres |
| Dans un drap de toile blanche |
| A la lune montante |
| Au vent faut les jeter |
| (translation) |
| Tell me, tell me blacksmith |
| How much to shoe my mule? |
| It's 5 sols my prince |
| Five sols and a denarius |
| Tell me, tell me blacksmith |
| If you will hold my mule? |
| I held others |
| This one I will hold |
| On the first iron you put on |
| She will call you pre |
| At the first nail he hammers |
| My father she called him |
| Who is this mule |
| Who calls me pre? |
| Your daughter Joan |
| Who is dead and buried |
| Tell me, tell me Jeanne |
| Who turned you into a mule? |
| The heart of Lalande |
| He is the one who made me damn |
| Along the Bruyre |
| When I was a young girl |
| Once a week |
| He came to find me there |
| To my sister go say |
| Won't go Bruyre |
| Otherwise my father |
| She will go to damn herself |
| My clothes at home |
| Never wear them |
| Take them fast |
| It's to make them burn |
| You will put the ashes |
| In a white linen sheet |
| At the rising moon |
| To the wind have to throw them |