Below is the lyrics of the song Schubert’s Lullaby (from ’Transatlantic Exchange’, 1957) , artist - Charles Trenet, Paul Robeson, Guy Luypaerts with translation
Original text with translation
Charles Trenet, Paul Robeson, Guy Luypaerts
Un jongleur qui jonglait
Avec fleurs et maillets,
Un jongleur qui jonglait avec des coeurs
Ne savait qu’il y avait
Une belle fille qui l’aimait,
Ne vivant jour et nuit
Que pour lui.
Tous les soirs, au premier rang,
Dans le petit caféchantant,
Elle venait le coeur battant, attendant
Que paraisse dans son décor,
Dans son costume bordéd'or,
Celui dont elle aimait l'âme et le corps.
Le jongleur s’aperçut
De la chose et reçut
La belle fille en folie
Dans son lit.
Aujourd’hui, au fond d’une prison,
La belle fille, Jeannette ou Suzon,
Se souvient de son tendre ami
Et du crime qu’elle a commis.
Chaque soir,
Sur le mur noir
Elle croit voir
Le coeur percéd'un poignard.
Le jongleur qui sourit
Et qui jongle toute la nuit,
Le jongleur qui jonglait avec son coeur,
Il avait pourtant dit
Qu’il aimait pour la vie
Mais ces mots qu’il disait,
Il jonglait.
Il disait: «Nous serons heureux.
Nous vivrons seuls tous les deux.
Il n’y aura pas de plus gentils amoureux.»
Mais hélas, toutes ces histoires
Faisaient partie de son répertoire
Et Suzon avait eu bien tort d’y croire.
Une belle fille qui pleurait,
Qui perdait la raison,
Un jongleur gui jonglait en prison.
C’est ainsi que finit
La chanson
Du jongleur qui jonglait
Avec ses coeurs.
A juggler who juggled
With flowers and mallets,
A juggler who juggled with hearts
Didn't know there was
A beautiful girl who loved him,
Not living day and night
Only for him.
Every night, in the front row,
In the little caféchantant,
She came with beating heart, waiting
What appears in its decoration,
In his gold-edged costume,
The one whose soul and body she loved.
The juggler noticed
Of the thing and received
The beautiful girl in madness
In his bed.
Today, in the depths of a prison,
The beautiful girl, Jeannette or Suzon,
Remembers his dear friend
And of the crime she committed.
Nightly,
On the black wall
She thinks she sees
The heart pierces a dagger.
The Smiling Juggler
And who juggles all night,
The juggler who juggled with his heart,
Yet he had said
whom he loved for life
But those words he said,
He was juggling.
He said, "We will be happy.
We will both live alone.
There won't be a sweeter lover."
But alas, all these stories
Were part of his repertoire
And Suzon had been very wrong to believe it.
A beautiful crying girl,
Who was losing his mind,
A juggler who juggled in prison.
This is how it ends
The song
Of the juggler who juggled
With his hearts.
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