Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Marquises , by - Nicolás Jaar. Song from the album Sunset of a Clown, Vol. 2, in the genre Release date: 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 |