Le vin (From "Porte des Lilas") - Georges Brassens
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Le vin (From "Porte des Lilas") - Georges Brassens

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BD Music & Martin Pénet Present Georges Brassens
Год
2008
Язык
`French`
Длительность
169850

Below is the lyrics of the song Le vin (From "Porte des Lilas") , artist - Georges Brassens with translation

Lyrics " Le vin (From "Porte des Lilas") "

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Le vin (From "Porte des Lilas")

Georges Brassens

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Avant de chanter

Ma vie, de fair' des

Harangues

Dans ma gueul' de bois

J’ai tourné sept fois

Ma langue

J’suis issu de gens

Qui étaient pas du gen-

Re sobre

On conte que j’eus

La tétée au jus

Mes parents on dû

M’trouver au pied d’u-

Ne souche

Et non dans un chou

Comm' ces gens plus ou

Moins louches

En guise de sang

(O noblesse sans

Pareille!)

Il coule en mon c?

ur

La chaude liqueur

D’la treille…

Quand on est un sa-

Ge, et qu’on a du sa-

Voir-boire

On se garde à vue

En cas de soif, u-

Ne poire

Une poire ou deux

Mais en forme de

Bonbonne

Au ventre replet

Rempli du bon lait

Jadis, aux Enfers

Cert’s, il a souffert

Tantale

Quand l’eau refusa

D’arroser ses a-

Mygdales

Etre assoiffé d’eau

C’est triste, mais faut

Bien dire

Que, l'être de vin

C’est encore vingt

Fois pire…

Hélas !

il ne pleut

Jamais du gros bleu

Qui tache

Qu’ell’s donnent du vin

J’irai traire enfin

Les vaches

Que vienne le temps

Du vin coulant dans

La Seine !

Les gens, par milliers

Courront y noyer

Leur peine…

Перевод песни

Before singing

My life of doing

harangues

In my hangover

I turned seven times

My tongue

I came from people

Who weren't gen-

Re sober

It is said that I had

Breastfeeding juice

My parents had to

Find me at the foot of a-

Don't strain

And not in a cabbage

Like these people more or

less shady

As Blood

(O nobility without

Same!)

It flows into my heart

ur

The hot liquor

From the trellis...

When you're a sa-

Ge, and that we have sa-

see-drink

We keep in sight

In case of thirst, u-

don't pear

A pear or two

But in the shape of

carboy

Bellied

Filled with good milk

Formerly, in the Underworld

Certainly he suffered

Tantalum

When the water refused

To water his a-

Mygdala

To be thirsty for water

It's sad, but you have to

say well

That, being of wine

It's still twenty

Times worse...

Alas!

it's not raining

Never big blue

Who stains

Let them give wine

I will finally milk

The cows

Come the time

Wine flowing in

The Seine!

People, by the thousands

Will run to drown there

Their pain...

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