Below is the lyrics of the song Picasso Colombe , artist - Jean Ferrat with translation
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Jean Ferrat
Il était un homme-oiseau
Qui cueillit le monde rond
L’ouvrit de ses doigts pipeaux
L’enfouit dans son œil citron
Puis déshabilla les dieux
Les fit danser dans les bois
Les croqua de ses dents bleues
Les enivra de hautbois
Picasso colombe au laurier
Fit Guernica la mort aux cornes
Pour que dans un monde sans bornes
La nuit ne vienne plus jamais
La nuit ne vienne plus jamais
Il était un homme-fruit
Qui roula dans l’herbe crue
Sur une femme pétrie
Par un dieu Pan au poil dru
Femme il fendit ton chignon
D’un coup de soleil tranchant
Le fendit comme un oignon
Dans la cuisine des champs
Picasso colombe au laurier
Fit Guernica la mort aux cornes
Pour que dans un monde sans bornes
La nuit ne vienne plus jamais
La nuit ne vienne plus jamais
Il était un homme enfin
Prit le fruit et le croqua
Prit l’oiseau le fit humain
Coloriant aux éclats
But le temps et s’enivra
But le vin qui devint pur
Prit la cage et la brisa
Sur la porte du futur
Picasso colombe au laurier
Fit Guernica la mort aux cornes
Pour que dans un monde sans bornes
La nuit ne vienne plus jamais
La nuit ne vienne plus jamais
La nuit ne vienne plus jamais
He was a birdman
Who picked the round world
Opened it with his slender fingers
Buries it in her lemon eye
Then undressed the gods
Made them dance in the woods
Chewed them with his blue teeth
Intoxicated them with oboe
Picasso dove with laurel
Fit Guernica the Horned Death
So that in a boundless world
The night never comes again
The night never comes again
He was a fruit man
Who rolled in the raw grass
On a kneaded woman
By a wispy-haired god Pan
Woman he split your bun
With a sharp sunburn
Split him like an onion
In the field kitchen
Picasso dove with laurel
Fit Guernica the Horned Death
So that in a boundless world
The night never comes again
The night never comes again
He was a man at last
Took the fruit and bit it
Took the bird made him human
Burst coloring
Drank the time and got drunk
Drank the wine that became pure
Took the cage and broke it
On the doorstep of the future
Picasso dove with laurel
Fit Guernica the Horned Death
So that in a boundless world
The night never comes again
The night never comes again
The night never comes again
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