Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Belfast Mill , by - Renaud. Song from the album Molly Malone - Balade Irlandaise, in the genre ПопRelease date: 19.11.2009
Record label: Parlophone (France)
Song language: French
Belfast Mill(original) |
| Du côté Est de la ville |
| Aux pieds de la colline |
| Y’a une grande cheminée |
| C’est le Belfast mill |
| Mais il n’y a plus de fumée |
| Qui sort de la cheminée |
| Car la fabrique a fermé |
| Et ne r’ouvrira jamais |
| Et le seul bruit qu’on entend |
| C’est la mélodie du vent |
| Qui souffle sur la ville |
| Qui tourne sur Belfast mill |
| Il n’y a plus d’enfants |
| Qui jouent le long des rues |
| Avenir désespérant |
| Génération perdue |
| Et le seul bruit qu’on entend |
| C’est la mélodie du vent |
| Qui souffle sur la ville |
| Qui tourne sur Belfast mill |
| Ma vie c'était les machines |
| Le boucan de l’usine |
| Mes copains qui sont partis |
| Licenciés eux aussi |
| Et le seul bruit qu’on entend |
| C’est la mélodie du vent |
| Qui souffle sur la ville |
| Qui tourne sur Belfast mill |
| J’suis pas trop vieux pour bosser |
| Et trop jeune pour mourir |
| Sans travail depuis l'été |
| Que vais-je devenir |
| Et le seul bruit qu’on entend |
| C’est la mélodie du vent |
| Qui souffle sur la ville |
| Qui tourne sur Belfast mill |
| Du côté Est de la ville |
| Aux pieds de la colline |
| Y’a une grande cheminée |
| C’est le Belfast mill |
| Mais il n’y a plus de fumée |
| Qui sort de la cheminée |
| Car la fabrique a fermé |
| Et ne r’ouvrira jamais |
| Et le seul bruit qu’on entend |
| C’est la mélodie du vent |
| Qui souffle sur la ville |
| Qui tourne sur Belfast mill |
| Et le seul bruit qu’on entend |
| C’est la mélodie du vent |
| Qui souffle sur la ville |
| Qui tourne sur Belfast mill |
| Qui souffle sur la ville |
| Qui tourne sur Belfast mill |
| (translation) |
| East side of town |
| At the foot of the hill |
| There is a large fireplace |
| This is the Belfast mill |
| But there's no more smoke |
| Coming out of the chimney |
| Because the factory has closed |
| And will never open again |
| And the only noise we hear |
| It's the melody of the wind |
| Who blows on the city |
| Which spins on Belfast mill |
| There are no more children |
| Who play along the streets |
| hopeless future |
| lost generation |
| And the only noise we hear |
| It's the melody of the wind |
| Who blows on the city |
| Which spins on Belfast mill |
| My life was machines |
| The factory racket |
| My friends who left |
| Also licensed |
| And the only noise we hear |
| It's the melody of the wind |
| Who blows on the city |
| Which spins on Belfast mill |
| I'm not too old to work |
| And too young to die |
| No job since summer |
| What will I become |
| And the only noise we hear |
| It's the melody of the wind |
| Who blows on the city |
| Which spins on Belfast mill |
| East side of town |
| At the foot of the hill |
| There is a large fireplace |
| This is the Belfast mill |
| But there's no more smoke |
| Coming out of the chimney |
| Because the factory has closed |
| And will never open again |
| And the only noise we hear |
| It's the melody of the wind |
| Who blows on the city |
| Which spins on Belfast mill |
| And the only noise we hear |
| It's the melody of the wind |
| Who blows on the city |
| Which spins on Belfast mill |
| Who blows on the city |
| Which spins on Belfast mill |