Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le semeur, artist - Mario Pelchat. Date of issue: 03.01.2020
Song language: French
Le semeur(original) |
| Il est de ces gens qui laissent des traces |
| Au-delà du temps |
| Au-delà du vent qui passe |
| Il est de ces hommes qui de leurs mains |
| Ont enfoui dans la terre |
| Un roseau qui fleurira |
| Même après qu’il partira |
| Car plus fort que l’hiver |
| Il survivra |
| Son c ur a souvent pansé ses chagrins |
| Quand des jours plus gris |
| Menaçaient ses lendemains |
| Mais il a connu pour comble d’amour |
| Un appui lorsque les drames |
| Viendraient les saccager au détour |
| Le semeur a ses rêves |
| Qu’il emporte avec lui |
| Une veine, une sève |
| Où l’on s’abreuve aussi |
| Pour autant qu’il demeure |
| On vivra à travers lui |
| Contre tout attente il ne voudra croire |
| Que d’un grain qu’on plante |
| Ne naîtra que peu d’espoir |
| Il n'écoutera pas ce que diront |
| Sa foi, sa raison |
| Les saisons ne pourront pas |
| Contre l’ombre de ses voies |
| Pas plus le sillage de ses pas |
| De s’qu’il a laissé de c’qu’il a semé$D |
| Il le sait déjà |
| Pour d’autres on moissonnera |
| Mais de son passage il aura goûté |
| De son héritage |
| Pour ses enfants, il vivra |
| Dans son jardin, il sera |
| La chanson du semeur restera |
| Pour ses enfants, il sera |
| Dans son jardin, il vivra |
| La chanson du semeur restera |
| (translation) |
| He's one of those people who leave their mark |
| Beyond Time |
| Beyond the passing wind |
| He is one of those men who with their hands |
| Buried in the ground |
| A reed that will bloom |
| Even after he leaves |
| Because stronger than winter |
| He will survive |
| His heart has often healed his sorrows |
| When grayer days |
| Threatened his tomorrows |
| But he knew for the height of love |
| Support when the dramas |
| Would come and ransack them around the bend |
| The sower has his dreams |
| That he takes with him |
| A vein, a sap |
| Where we also drink |
| As long as it remains |
| We'll live through it |
| Against all odds he won't believe |
| That of a grain that we plant |
| There will be little hope |
| He won't listen to what they say |
| His faith, his reason |
| The seasons cannot |
| Against the shadow of his ways |
| No more the wake of his footsteps |
| Of what he left of what he sowed$D |
| He already knows |
| For others we will reap |
| But in his passing he will have tasted |
| Of his legacy |
| For his children he will live |
| In his garden he will be |
| The sower's song will remain |
| For his children he will be |
| In his garden he will live |
| The sower's song will remain |