Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marquises, artist - Nicolás Jaar. Album song Sunset of a Clown, Vol. 2, in the genre
Date of issue: 30.06.2013
Record label: Clown and Sunset
Song language: French
Marquises(original) |
Ils parlent de la mort comme tu parles d´un fruit |
Ils regardent la mer comme tu regardes un puits |
Les femmes sont lascives au soleil redouté |
Et s´il n´y a pas d´hiver, cela n´est pas l´été |
La pluie est traversière, elle bat de grain en grain |
Quelques vieux chevaux blancs qui fredonnent Gauguin |
Et par manque de brise, le temps s´immobilise |
Aux Marquises |
Du soir, montent des feux et des points de silence |
Qui vont s´élargissant, et la lune s´avance |
Et la mer se déchire, infiniment brisée |
Par des rochers qui prirent des prénoms affolés |
Et puis, plus loin, des chiens, des chants de repentance |
Et quelques pas de deux et quelques pas de danse |
Et la nuit est soumise et l´alizé se brise |
Aux Marquises |
Le rire est dans le cœur, le mot dans le regard |
Le cœur est voyageur, l´avenir est au hasard |
Et passent des cocotiers qui écrivent des chants d´amour |
Que les sœurs d´alentour ignorent d´ignorer |
Les pirogues s´en vont, les pirogues s´en viennent |
Et mes souvenirs deviennent ce que les vieux en font |
Veux-tu que je te dise: gémir n´est pas de mise |
Aux Marquises |
(translation) |
They talk about death like you talk about a fruit |
They look at the sea like you look at a well |
Women are lascivious to the dreaded sun |
And if there's no winter, it's not summer |
The rain is transverse, it beats from grain to grain |
A few old white horses humming Gauguin |
And for lack of breeze, time stands still |
In the Marquesas |
From the evening rise fires and points of silence |
Which are widening, and the moon is advancing |
And the sea is torn, infinitely broken |
By rocks that took crazy first names |
And then, further on, dogs, songs of repentance |
And some two steps and some dance steps |
And the night is submissive and the trade wind breaks |
In the Marquesas |
The laughter is in the heart, the word in the eye |
The heart is a traveler, the future is at random |
And pass coconut trees that write love songs |
That the sisters around do not ignore |
The canoes are leaving, the canoes are coming |
And my memories become what old people make of them |
Do you want me to tell you: moaning is out of order |
In the Marquesas |