Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vitrier, artist - Olivia Ruiz. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: French
Vitrier(original) |
| Les mains sales et le corps lassé |
| De porter de porte en porte |
| De gueuler d’une voix trop forte |
| À en briser le verre |
| Vent glacial au pluie mesquine |
| Tandis que le bourgeoise bouquine |
| Un livre sur la condition des hommes |
| Il rôde sous ses fenêtres |
| En se disant peut-être que long de tous son être |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| Dans son bleu réglementaire |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| La casquette de travers |
| Qu’il était beau le père |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| Artisan, ouvrier |
| C’est ce qui le rendait fier |
| C’est ce qui le rendait fier |
| Il mettait tous son cœur à l’ouvrage |
| Pour que le verre prennent pas tous leur chauffage |
| Et puis un jour dans la modernité |
| Le doux vitrage l’a mis sur le carreaux |
| On entendit plus son beau chant d’oiseaux, prolo |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| Dans son bleu réglementaire |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| La casquette de travers |
| Qu’il était beau le père |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| Artisan, ouvrier |
| C’est ce qui le rendait fier |
| C’est ce qui le rendait fier |
| Il a rangé son bleu au placard |
| Il fout plus jamais les pieds sur le trottoir |
| Maintenant ses os se brisent comme du verre |
| Il espère que là haut les prolos auront des choses à faire |
| Il s’occupera d’la fenêtre du bon dieu avec ses ailes attachées à son bleu |
| Le pauvre vieux, chaque jour déraille |
| Il parle la nuit de réparer du vitrail et chanter aux cieux |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| Dans son bleu réglementaire |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| La casquette de travers |
| Qu’il était beau le père |
| Vitrier, vitrier |
| Artisan, ouvrier |
| C’est ce qui le rendait fier |
| C’est ce qui le rendait fier |
| (translation) |
| Dirty hands and weary body |
| Carry from door to door |
| To yell too loudly |
| To break the glass |
| Freezing wind to petty rain |
| While the bourgeois is reading |
| A book on the condition of men |
| He prowls under his windows |
| Thinking maybe that along with all his being |
| glazier, glazier |
| In its regulatory blue |
| glazier, glazier |
| The crooked cap |
| How handsome was the father |
| glazier, glazier |
| craftsman, laborer |
| That's what made him proud |
| That's what made him proud |
| He put all his heart into the work |
| So that the glass don't all take their heat |
| And then a day in modernity |
| The soft glazing got him stoned |
| We no longer heard her beautiful birdsong, prolo |
| glazier, glazier |
| In its regulatory blue |
| glazier, glazier |
| The crooked cap |
| How handsome was the father |
| glazier, glazier |
| craftsman, laborer |
| That's what made him proud |
| That's what made him proud |
| He put his blue in the closet |
| He never step foot on the sidewalk again |
| Now his bones are breaking like glass |
| He hopes the proles up there will have things to do |
| He will take care of the window of the good god with his wings attached to his blue |
| Poor old, every day derails |
| He talks at night about fixing stained glass and singing to the skies |
| glazier, glazier |
| In its regulatory blue |
| glazier, glazier |
| The crooked cap |
| How handsome was the father |
| glazier, glazier |
| craftsman, laborer |
| That's what made him proud |
| That's what made him proud |