Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Chasse Aux Papillons, artist - Renaud. Album song Chante Brassens, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 27.03.1996
Record label: Ceci-Cela
Song language: French
La Chasse Aux Papillons(original) |
Un bon petit diable à la fleur de l'âge |
La jambe légère et l'œil polisson |
Et la bouche pleine de joyeux ramages |
Allait à la chasse aux papillons |
Comme il atteignait l’orée du village |
Filant sa quenouille, il vit Cendrillon |
Il lui dit: Bonjour, que Dieu te ménage |
J’t’emmène à la chasse aux papillons |
Cendrillon ravie de quitter sa cage |
Mets sa robe neuve et ses botillons |
Et bras d’ssus bras d’ssous vers les frais bocages |
Ils vont à la chasse aux papillons |
Ils ne savaient pas que sous les ombrages |
Se cachait l’amour et son aiguillon |
Et qu’il transperçait les cœurs de leur âge |
Les cœurs des chasseurs de papillons |
Quand il se fit tendre, elle lui dit: J’présage |
Qu’c’est pas dans les plis de mon cotillon |
Ni dans l'échancrure de mon corsage |
Qu’on va à la chasse aux papillons |
Sur sa bouche en feu qui criait: Sois sage! |
Il posa sa bouche en guise de baillon |
Et c’fut l’plus charmant des remue-ménage |
Qu’on ait vu d’mémoire de papillon |
Un volcan dans l'âme, ils r’vinrent au village |
En se promettant d’aller des millions |
Des milliards de fois, et même davantage |
Ensemble à la chasse aux papillons |
Mais tant qu’ils s’aimeront, tant que les nuages |
Porteurs de chagrins, les épargneront |
Il fera bon voler dans les frais bocages |
Ils feront pas la chasse aux papillons |
Pas la chasse aux papillons! |
(translation) |
A good little devil in his prime |
The light leg and the naughty eye |
And mouth full of merry song |
Went chasing butterflies |
As he reached the edge of the village |
Spinning his distaff he saw Cinderella |
He said to him: Hello, may God spare you |
I'll take you butterfly hunting |
Cinderella delighted to leave her cage |
Put on her new dress and her booties |
And arm in arms towards the cool groves |
They go chasing butterflies |
They didn't know that under the shades |
Hidden love and its sting |
And he pierced the hearts of their age |
Butterfly hunter hearts |
When he was tender, she said to him: I presage |
That it's not in the folds of my petticoat |
Nor in the cut of my bodice |
Let's go chasing butterflies |
On his fiery mouth that cried: Be wise! |
He put his mouth down like a gag |
And it was the most charming commotion |
That we have seen from butterfly memory |
A volcano in the soul, they came back to the village |
By promising each other to go millions |
Billions of times and even more |
Together chasing butterflies |
But as long as they love each other, as long as the clouds |
Bearers of sorrows, will spare them |
It will be good to fly in the cool groves |
They won't chase butterflies |
Not chasing butterflies! |