Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Garonne , by - Nicole Croisille. Song from the album Ses plus belles chansons, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 12.06.2011
Record label: Anthology's
Song language: French
La Garonne(original) |
| Les villages s´appellent Sauternes |
| Saint-Estève, ou Saint-émilion |
| Les pierres sont belles, et la lumière est bonne |
| Entre les vignes, et la braconne |
| Toute une enfance à l´ombre de la maison de mon grand-père |
| J´étais si jeune, et je regardais la Garonne |
| Et je ne pensais à personne quand je rêvais à l´homme |
| A qui plus tard ma vie de femme serait liée |
| Comme, comme la Garonne, qui roule et sonne |
| Comme un accent, j´ai la passion d´être amoureuse |
| De tout mon coeur de tout mon sang, oh oh oh |
| Comme, comme la Garonne, qui s´élargit vers l´océan |
| Qui tourbillonne et s´abandonne |
| J´ai toujours su que je l´aurais, ce grand amour |
| La forêt et l´océan au bout |
| La terre nue, les grands pins fourbus |
| La vie qui m´a roulée comme elle pouvait |
| Mais pas vraiment comme je voulais |
| Et un après-midi un de ces orages soudain |
| Et qui vous jette la folie en tête, sur la peau |
| D´un homme un peu poète, mais qui après tout n´est qu´un homme |
| J´ai tellement d´amour tout à coup |
| Je te le donne |
| Comme, la Garonne, roule et sonne, tourbillonne |
| S´abandonne, et rayonne |
| Je savais |
| Je l´aurais |
| Cet amour |
| (translation) |
| The villages are called Sauternes |
| Saint-Estève, or Saint-Emilion |
| The stones are beautiful, and the light is good |
| Between the vines, and the poaching |
| A whole childhood in the shadow of my grandfather's house |
| I was so young, and I looked at the Garonne |
| And I thought of no one when I dreamed of the man |
| To whom later my life as a woman would be linked |
| Like, like the Garonne, which rolls and rings |
| Like an accent, I have a passion to be in love |
| With all my heart with all my blood, oh oh oh |
| Like, like the Garonne, which widens towards the ocean |
| Which swirls and abandons itself |
| I always knew I would have it, this great love |
| The forest and the ocean at the end |
| The bare earth, the tall forlorn pines |
| The life that rolled me as it could |
| But not quite how I wanted |
| And one afternoon one of those sudden thunderstorms |
| And throws madness in your head, on your skin |
| Of a man who is a bit of a poet, but who after all is only a man |
| I have so much love all of a sudden |
| I give it to you |
| Like, the Garonne, rolls and rings, swirls |
| Surrender, and shine |
| I knew |
| I would have it |
| This love |