Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dylan, artist - Renaud. Album song Renaud, in the genre ЭстрадаDate of issue: 07.04.2016
Record label: Couci Couça
Song language: French
Dylan(original) |
| Je sais que ton père était fan |
| D’un certain Robert Zimmerman |
| D’où ce prénom de gentleman, Dylan |
| Ne sera plus écrit demain |
| Sur le marbre du chagrin |
| Dans un cimetière parisien pas loin |
| Sera évoqué dans les larmes |
| Dans la douleur qui l’accompagne |
| Les souvenirs en filigrane les tiens |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Bien sur tu te croyais adulte |
| Bien sur tu vouais un culte |
| A la révolte et au tumulte des rues |
| Je sais comme tes parents |
| Que même si tu te croyais grand |
| Tu n'étais qu’un petit enfant perdu |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Sur une route de c&agne |
| Au sortir d’une boite infâme |
| La mort t’attendait au platane en face |
| Toi, tes copains et ta compagne |
| N'&aviez pas bu que des tisanes |
| Et pas fumé que des Gitanes, hélas |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| 16 ans, 17 ans peu importe |
| Lorsque la faucheuse t’emporte |
| Pour t’ouvrir la sublime porte en grand |
| Pour ta famille et pour tes potes |
| Nulle ne chanson ne réconforte |
| Les âmes devenues feuilles mortes au vent |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| Little boy little man |
| Je sais que ton père était fan |
| D’un certain Robert Zimmerman |
| D’où ce prénom de gentleman, Dylan |
| Dylan |
| (translation) |
| I know your dad was a fan |
| By a certain Robert Zimmerman |
| Hence that gentleman's name, Dylan |
| Will not be written tomorrow |
| On the marble of sorrow |
| In a nearby Parisian cemetery |
| Will be evoked in tears |
| In the pain that accompanies it |
| Memories watermark yours |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Of course you thought you were grown up |
| Of course you had a cult |
| To the revolt and the tumult of the streets |
| I know like your parents |
| That even if you thought you were tall |
| You were just a little lost child |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| On a country road |
| Coming out of an infamous box |
| Death was waiting for you at the plane tree opposite |
| You, your friends and your girlfriend |
| Didn't just drink herbal teas |
| And only smoked Gypsies, alas |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| 16 years old, 17 years old whatever |
| When the reaper takes you away |
| To open the sublime door wide for you |
| For your family and for your friends |
| No song comforts |
| Souls turned to dead leaves in the wind |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan, Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| Dylan |
| little boy little man |
| I know your dad was a fan |
| By a certain Robert Zimmerman |
| Hence that gentleman's name, Dylan |
| Dylan |