Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le soleil coule , by - Yves Jamait. Song from the album Le Coquelicot, in the genre ШансонRelease date: 09.04.2006
Record label: Faisage, Wagram
Song language: French
Le soleil coule(original) |
| Le soleil coule sur le plateau |
| La chair de poule me fait la peau |
| Tout me chamboule, il fait si beau |
| Et le vent du souvenir vient nous lifter les maux |
| Les gosses de ceux qu’en ont eu |
| Courent, laissant derrière eux leurs cris |
| Claquer contre le mur tout nu |
| Qu’un printemps «immacule» ainsi que ton visage |
| Souriant aux années qui t’ont gardée telle |
| Que le plus beau des firmaments en chercherait son septième ciel |
| Le soleil coule sur le plateau |
| La chair de poule me fait la peau |
| Tout me chamboule, il fait si beau |
| Et le vent du souvenir vient nous lifter les maux |
| Ceux-là parlent de ces années où ils riaient tout en riant |
| D’autres sont plus préoccupés à choisir entre rouge ou blanc |
| Ils boivent et rient, ils chantent et pleurent |
| Leur plus beau refrain d’amitié |
| Tu bois, tu ris, tu chantes en choeur |
| Et je sens le mien palpiter |
| Le soleil coule sur le plateau |
| La chair de poule me fait la peau |
| Tout me chamboule, il fait si beau |
| Et le vent du souvenir vient nous lifter les maux |
| Déjà l’horizon s’immole |
| Au soleil couchant |
| Et nos âmes caracolent |
| À tous les vents |
| Le soleil coule sur le plateau |
| La chair de poule me fait la peau |
| Tout me chamboule, il fait si beau |
| Et le vent du souvenir vient nous lifter les maux |
| (translation) |
| The sun is pouring down on the set |
| Goosebumps are killing me |
| Everything turns me upside down, it's so beautiful |
| And the wind of memory comes to lift our ills |
| The kids of those who had them |
| Run, leaving behind their cries |
| Slam against the wall naked |
| That an "immaculate" spring as well as your face |
| Smiling at the years that have kept you so |
| That the most beautiful of firmaments would seek its seventh heaven |
| The sun is pouring down on the set |
| Goosebumps are killing me |
| Everything turns me upside down, it's so beautiful |
| And the wind of memory comes to lift our ills |
| These talk about those years when they laughed while they laughed |
| Others are more concerned with choosing between red or white |
| They drink and laugh, they sing and cry |
| Their most beautiful refrain of friendship |
| You drink, you laugh, you sing along |
| And I feel mine throbbing |
| The sun is pouring down on the set |
| Goosebumps are killing me |
| Everything turns me upside down, it's so beautiful |
| And the wind of memory comes to lift our ills |
| Already the horizon immolates |
| In the setting sun |
| And our souls prance |
| To all the winds |
| The sun is pouring down on the set |
| Goosebumps are killing me |
| Everything turns me upside down, it's so beautiful |
| And the wind of memory comes to lift our ills |