Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le vent , by - Robert Charlebois. Release date: 07.02.1996
Song language: French
Le vent(original) |
| Violent le vent |
| A forcé la maison |
| Volant tous les papiers |
| Où j’avais recopié |
| Les mots de la chanson |
| Qu’un jour |
| Je voulais t’envoyer |
| Sans billet de retour |
| La voilà envolée |
| Si belle |
| Presque une cantate, presque un gospel |
| Avec des mots |
| Si beaux que Rimbaud tomberait du ciel |
| Si belle |
| Seul le vent désormais |
| Ma belle |
| Sait combien je t’aimais |
| Avant le vent |
| Soufflait pour les poètes |
| Soulevant tendrement |
| Les robes, les cerfs-volants |
| Les voiles des goélettes |
| Et là voilà |
| Qu’il vire tout à l’envers |
| Au lieu de polir nos vers |
| Il me vole ta chanson |
| Si belle |
| Presque une cantate, presque un gospel |
| Avec des mots |
| Si beaux que Rimbaud tomberait du ciel |
| Si belle |
| Seul le vent désormais |
| Ma belle |
| Sait combien je t’aimais |
| Souvent le vent |
| Du nord ou sirocco |
| A raison d’emporter |
| Les mots mal animés |
| Mais après tout, les mots |
| D’amour tout court |
| Sont toujours mieux que ceux |
| Qu’on lit dans nos salons |
| Qu’on dit dans nos chansons |
| Si belles |
| Soient-elles |
| Même les cantates, même les gospels |
| Avec des mots |
| Si beaux que Rimbaud tomberait du ciel |
| Ma belle, seul le vent désormais |
| Se rappelle |
| Combien je t’aimais |
| (translation) |
| Violent the wind |
| broke into the house |
| Stealing all the papers |
| where I had copied |
| The words of the song |
| That one day |
| I wanted to send you |
| Without return ticket |
| Here she goes |
| So pretty |
| Almost a cantata, almost a gospel |
| with words |
| So beautiful that Rimbaud would fall from the sky |
| So pretty |
| Only the wind now |
| my beautiful |
| Know how much I loved you |
| Before the wind |
| Blowing for the poets |
| Tenderly lifting |
| The dresses, the kites |
| The sails of the schooners |
| And there it is |
| That it turns everything upside down |
| Instead of polishing our verses |
| He steals your song |
| So pretty |
| Almost a cantata, almost a gospel |
| with words |
| So beautiful that Rimbaud would fall from the sky |
| So pretty |
| Only the wind now |
| my beautiful |
| Know how much I loved you |
| Often the wind |
| North or Sirocco |
| Right to take away |
| badly animated words |
| But after all, the words |
| Just love |
| Are always better than those |
| That we read in our living rooms |
| What we say in our songs |
| So beautiful |
| be they |
| Even the cantatas, even the gospels |
| with words |
| So beautiful that Rimbaud would fall from the sky |
| Girl, only the wind now |
| Recalls |
| how much i loved you |