Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les corons, artist - Pierre Bachelet. Date of issue: 21.07.1997
Song language: French
Les corons(original) |
| Au nord, c'étaient les corons |
| La terre c'était le charbon |
| Le ciel c'était l’horizon |
| Les hommes des mineurs de fond |
| Nos fenêtres donnaient sur des f’nêtres semblables |
| Et la pluie mouillait mon cartable |
| Et mon père en rentrant avait les yeux si bleus |
| Que je croyais voir le ciel bleu |
| J’apprenais mes leçons, la joue contre son bras |
| Je crois qu’il était fier de moi |
| Il était généreux comme ceux du pays |
| Et je lui dois ce que je suis |
| Et c'était mon enfance, et elle était heureuse |
| Dans la buée des lessiveuses |
| Et j’avais des terrils à défaut de montagnes |
| D’en haut je voyais la campagne |
| Mon père était «gueule noire"comme l'étaient ses parents |
| Ma mère avait les cheveux blancs |
| Ils étaient de la fosse, comme on est d’un pays |
| Grâce à eux je sais qui je suis |
| Y avait à la mairie le jour de la kermesse |
| Une photo de Jean Jaures |
| Et chaque verre de vin était un diamant rose |
| Posé sur fond de silicose |
| Ils parlaient de 36 et des coups de grisou |
| Des accidents du fond du trou |
| Ils aimaient leur métier comme on aime un pays |
| C’est avec eux que j’ai compris |
| (translation) |
| To the north were the settlements |
| The earth was coal |
| The sky was the horizon |
| Underground miners' men |
| Our windows overlooked similar windows |
| And the rain wet my satchel |
| And my father when he came home had his eyes so blue |
| That I thought I saw the blue sky |
| I was learning my lessons, cheek against his arm |
| I think he was proud of me |
| He was generous like those of the country |
| And I owe him who I am |
| And that was my childhood, and she was happy |
| In the washing machine mist |
| And I had slag heaps instead of mountains |
| From above I saw the countryside |
| My father was "black mouth" as were his parents |
| My mother had white hair |
| They were from the pit, as one is from a country |
| Thanks to them I know who I am |
| There was at the town hall the day of the fair |
| A photo of Jean Jaures |
| And every glass of wine was a pink diamond |
| Laid on a silicosis background |
| They were talking about 36 and firedamp |
| Down-the-hole crashes |
| They loved their job as one loves a country |
| It is with them that I understood |