Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Villejuif , by - Serge Reggiani. Song from the album 100 Plus Belles chansons, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 19.09.2019
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
Villejuif(original) |
| Je n’vous cris pas de Brest |
| Ni de Prague ni de Madrid |
| Moi je vous cris de France |
| De l’hpital de Villejuif |
| a va bientt faire dix annes |
| Qu’on me cache dans un coin |
| Qu’on vient me jeter la pte |
| Dans ma chambre chaque matin |
| Je ne sais pas ce que j’ai bien pu faire |
| Pour tre mis la fourrire |
| A la fourrire des humains |
| Qu’est-ce que je fais en pyjama |
| A tourner entre ces murs blancs |
| Appeler qui, implorer quoi |
| D’o je suis personne ne m’entend |
| Toutes mes peines sont peines perdues |
| Je vis mais a ne compte plus |
| Puisqu’ils m’ont ray des vivants |
| Je n’vous cris pas de Brest |
| Ni de Prague ni de Madrid |
| Moi je vous cris de France |
| De l’hpital de Villejuif |
| Ils peuvent me piquer la peau |
| Et me sangler mon lit |
| J’entends toujours mille marteaux |
| Rsonner dans mes insomnies |
| Je vois toujours des foules dfouler |
| Des mains et des portes fermer |
| Je ne trouve plus la sortie |
| J’ai pourtant d tre un enfant |
| Moi aussi j’ai d courir |
| Aprs des chiens, des cerf-volants |
| Si je pouvais y revenir |
| Mais je ne sais plus o dans quelle banlieue |
| J’ai sem les cailloux qui me Ramnerait ce jardin |
| Je n’vous cris pas de Brest |
| Ni de Prague ni de Madrid |
| Moi je vous cris de France |
| De l’hpital de Villejuif. |
| (translation) |
| I'm not shouting at you from Brest |
| Neither from Prague nor from Madrid |
| I call you from France |
| From Villejuif Hospital |
| soon to be ten years old |
| Hide me in a corner |
| That someone comes to throw me the dough |
| In my room every morning |
| I don't know what I could have done |
| To be impounded |
| In pursuit of humans |
| What am I doing in pajamas |
| Spinning between these white walls |
| Call who, implore what |
| From where I am nobody hears me |
| All my sorrows are wasted sorrows |
| I live but a doesn't count anymore |
| Since they scratched me from the living |
| I'm not shouting at you from Brest |
| Neither from Prague nor from Madrid |
| I call you from France |
| From Villejuif Hospital |
| They can prick my skin |
| And strap me to my bed |
| I still hear a thousand hammers |
| Resound in my insomnia |
| I always see crowds rushing |
| Hands and doors close |
| I can't find the exit anymore |
| I must have been a child |
| I too had to run |
| After dogs, kites |
| If I could go back |
| But I don't know where in which suburb |
| I sowed the pebbles that would bring me back to this garden |
| I'm not shouting at you from Brest |
| Neither from Prague nor from Madrid |
| I call you from France |
| From Villejuif hospital. |