Below is the lyrics of the song La fille de Shannon , artist - France Gall with translation
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France Gall
La fille de Shannon vit au bout d’un monde
Où rien ne pardonne aux amours déçus
Et il pleut, il pleut sur les herbes d’Irlande
Et il pleut, il pleut sur le gazon d’Irlande
Et elle chante à ceux qui lui sourient
Te moques pas d’une fille qui t’aime
Te moques pas d’une fille qui donne son cœur
Te moques pas d’une fille qu’espère
Avant que le temps l’abandonne
Comme une fleur elle donne tout
En gardant sur ses espoirs fous
Te moques pas d’une fille qui donne tout
La fille de Shannon attend tout d’une promesse
Faite devant le feu une soirée d’ivresse
Et il pleut, il pleut sur le secret d’Irlande
Et il pleut, il pleut sur les contes et légendes
Et elle chante à ceux qui lui sourient
Shannon's daughter lives at the end of a world
Where nothing forgives disappointed loves
And it's raining, it's raining on the grasses of Ireland
And it's raining, it's raining on the lawn of Ireland
And she sings to those who smile at her
Don't make fun of a girl who loves you
Don't make fun of a girl who gives her heart
Don't make fun of a girl that hopes
Before time leaves him
Like a flower she gives everything
Keeping on his crazy hopes
Don't make fun of a girl who gives it her all
Shannon's daughter expects everything from a promise
Make an evening of drunkenness in front of the fire
And it's raining, it's raining on Ireland's secret
And it's raining, it's raining on tales and legends
And she sings to those who smile at her
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