Below is the lyrics of the song Swingin' Shepherd Blues , artist - Caterina Valente with translation
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Caterina Valente
Si vous passez le soir
Auprès du vieux lavoir
Vous entendrez un chant étrange et doux
Le chant d’un berger
Qui vient jouer de sa flûte
Et les gens disent qu’il est fou
Dans son regard d’enfant au sourire éternel
On voit souvent passer un reflet de ciel
Berger, berger, joue sur ton pipeau
Berger, berger, tu appelles ton troupeau
Mais ta chanson, mais ta chanson n’a plus d'écho
C’est pour les yeux moqueurs
D’une fille sans cœur
Que le berger a perdu la raison
Pour la décider à lui céder
Un par un, il a donné tous ses moutons
Mais le dernier parti,
La belle en fit autant
Et c’est depuis qu’au long des nuits on l’entend
Berger, berger, joue sur ton pipeau
Berger, berger, tu appelles ton troupeau
Mais ta chanson, mais ta chanson n’a plus d'écho
Hé, berger!
Berger!
If you spend the evening
Near the old washhouse
You will hear a strange and sweet song
A Shepherd's Song
Who comes to play his flute
And people say he's crazy
In her child's gaze with an eternal smile
We often see a reflection of the sky passing by
Shepherd, shepherd, play on your pipe
Shepherd, shepherd, you call your flock
But your song, but your song no longer echoes
It's for mocking eyes
Of a heartless girl
That the shepherd has lost his mind
To persuade her to give in to him
One by one he gave away all his sheep
But the last party,
Beauty did the same
And it's since that throughout the nights we hear it
Shepherd, shepherd, play on your pipe
Shepherd, shepherd, you call your flock
But your song, but your song no longer echoes
Hey, Shepherd!
Shepherd!
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