Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Terrasse, artist - Yann Tiersen. Album song The Lighthouse - Everything's Calm, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 20.01.2013
Record label: Ici d'ailleurs
Song language: French
La Terrasse(original) |
un après-midi là, dans la rue du jourdain, |
on peut dire qu’on était bien, |
assis à la terrasse du café d’en face |
on voyait notre appartement. |
je ne sais plus si nous nous étions tus |
ou si nous parlions tout bas là au café d’en bas, |
mais je revois très bien la table et tes mains, |
le thé, le café et le sucre à côté. |
puis d’un coup c’est parti, tout s’est effondré, |
on n’a pas bien compris, tout a continué, |
tandis qu’entre nous s’en allait l'équilibre, |
plus jamais tranquilles, nous tombions du fil. |
cet après-midi là, dans la rue du jourdain, |
en fait tout n’allait pas si bien, |
assis à la terrasse du café d’en face |
on voyait notre appartement, |
si triste finalement avec nous dedans |
(Unofficial English Translation) |
an afternoon there, on la rue du jourdain, |
you could say that you’d been well, |
sitting on the terrace of the café |
that you could see across from our apartment. |
i don’t remember anymore if we’d sat in silence |
or if we’d whispered down there at the café, |
but i recall quite well the table and your hands, |
the tea, the coffee, and the sugar on the side. |
it left a wound, so very crushing, |
you didn’t understand, the world spun past us, |
but between us, balance fled, |
never again peaceful, we’d fallen from the wire. |
that afternoon there, on la rue du jourdain, |
could not have gone well, |
sitting on the terrace of the café |
that you could see across from our apartment— |
we, miserably, inside. |
(translation) |
one afternoon there, in the rue du Jourdain, |
you could say we were fine, |
sitting on the terrace of the café opposite |
we could see our apartment. |
I no longer know if we were silent |
Or if we were talking down there in the cafe downstairs, |
but I see the table and your hands very well, |
tea, coffee and sugar on the side. |
then suddenly it's gone, everything collapsed, |
we didn't quite understand, everything went on, |
while the balance between us went away, |
never quiet again, we were falling off the wire. |
that afternoon, in the rue du Jourdain, |
in fact all was not so well, |
sitting on the terrace of the café opposite |
we could see our apartment, |
so sad finally with us in it |
(Unofficial English Translation) |
an afternoon there, on the rue du Jourdain, |
you could say that you'd been well, |
sitting on the terrace of the café |
that you could see across from our apartment. |
i don't remember anymore if we'd sat in silence |
or if we'd whispered down there at the café, |
but i recall quite well the table and your hands, |
the tea, the coffee, and the sugar on the side. |
it left a wound, so very crushing, |
you didn't understand, the world spun past us, |
but between us, balance fled, |
never again peaceful, we'd fallen from the wire. |
that afternoon there, on the rue du Jourdain, |
could not have gone well, |
sitting on the terrace of the café |
that you could see across from our apartment— |
we, miserably, inside. |