Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le Corsaire , by - Saltatio Mortis. Song from the album Manufactum II, in the genre Фолк-металRelease date: 31.07.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: French
Le Corsaire(original) |
| Le corsaire, le grand coureur |
| Est un navire de malheur |
| Quand il se met en croisière |
| Pour aller chasser l’Anglais |
| Le vent, la mer et la guerre |
| Tournent contre le Français |
| Allons les gars, gai, gai |
| Allons les gars, gaiement |
| Il est parti de Lorient |
| Avec belle mere et bon vent |
| Il cinglait bâbord amure |
| Naviguant comme un poisson |
| Un grain tombe sur sa mâture |
| Voilà le corsaire en ponton |
| Allons les gars gai, gai |
| Allons les gars gaiement |
| Pour finir ce triste sort |
| Nous venons périr au port |
| Dans cette affreuse misère |
| Quand chacun c’est vu perdu |
| Chacun, selon sa manière |
| S’est sauvé comme il a pu |
| Allons les gars gai, gai |
| Allons les gars gaiement |
| Nos prises au bout de six mois |
| Ont pu se monter à trois |
| Un navire plein de patates |
| Plus qu'à moitié chaviré |
| Un deuxième de savates |
| Et le dernier de fumier |
| Allons les gars gai, gai |
| Allons les gars gaiement |
| Si l’histoire du grand coureur |
| A su vous toucher le coeur |
| Ayez donc belles manières |
| Et payez-nous largement |
| Du vin, du rack, de la bière |
| Et nous serons tous contents |
| Allons les gars gai, gai |
| Allons les gars gaiement |
| Ras, dva, tri |
| Du vin, du rack, de la bière |
| Et nous serons tous contents |
| Allons les gars gai, gai |
| Allons les gars gaiement |
| Du vin, du rack, de la bière |
| Et nous serons tous contents |
| Du vin, du rack, de la bière |
| Et nous serons tous |
| Du vin, du rack, de la bière |
| Et nous serons tous contents |
| Allons les gars gai, gai |
| Allons les gars gaiement |
| Allons les gars gai, gai |
| Allons les gars gaiement |
| (translation) |
| The corsair, the great runner |
| Is a ship of doom |
| When he goes on a cruise |
| To go hunting the English |
| Wind, sea and war |
| Turn against the French |
| Come on guys, gay, gay |
| Come on guys, cheerfully |
| He left from Lorient |
| With beautiful mother and fair wind |
| It was lashing on port tack |
| Sailing like a fish |
| A squall falls on her mast |
| Here comes the pontoon privateer |
| Come on guys gay, gay |
| Let's go guys cheerfully |
| To end this sad fate |
| We come to perish at the port |
| In this terrible misery |
| When everyone is seen lost |
| Each in his own way |
| Saved himself as he could |
| Come on guys gay, gay |
| Let's go guys cheerfully |
| Our catch after six months |
| Were able to amount to three |
| A ship full of potatoes |
| More than half capsized |
| A second of slippers |
| And the last manure |
| Come on guys gay, gay |
| Let's go guys cheerfully |
| If the story of the great runner |
| Knew how to touch your heart |
| Have good manners |
| And pay us generously |
| Wine, rack, beer |
| And we'll all be happy |
| Come on guys gay, gay |
| Let's go guys cheerfully |
| Ras, dva, tri |
| Wine, rack, beer |
| And we'll all be happy |
| Come on guys gay, gay |
| Let's go guys cheerfully |
| Wine, rack, beer |
| And we'll all be happy |
| Wine, rack, beer |
| And we'll all be |
| Wine, rack, beer |
| And we'll all be happy |
| Come on guys gay, gay |
| Let's go guys cheerfully |
| Come on guys gay, gay |
| Let's go guys cheerfully |