Le Marteau - Julien Clerc

Encore une fois de son marteau

Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh…

Encore une fois de son marteau

Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh…

Quand le soleil secouait enfin la nuit

Il allumait un tres grand feu

D’ou il faisait jaillir son pain, sa vie

De fond de ses dix doigts noueux…

Et d’une montagne d’efforts

Il faisait ruisseler de l’or

Et a ca metal en fusion

Il imposait sa raison

Encore une fois de son marteau

Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh…

Encore une fois de son marteau

Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh…

Quand le grillon saluait enfin la nuit

Quand s’eteignait le tres frand feu

Il regagnait en paix son vieux logis

Et son tres tres grand lit de buis

Comme un vieux fleuve détourné

Ce qu’il forgeait lui échappait

Ce qui jaillissait de ses bras

Faisait la fortune des rois, mais…

Encore une fois de son marteau

Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh…

Encore une fois de son marteau

Il frappait le fer quit etait chaud oh…

Et pourtant dans cette vie

Tout ce qu’il forge est a lui

Les joies, les jours et les nuits…

Again from his hammer

He was hitting the iron which was hot oh...

Again from his hammer

He was hitting the iron which was hot oh...

When the sun finally shook off the night

He was lighting a very big fire

From which he poured out his bread, his life

From the bottom of his ten gnarled fingers...

And a mountain of effort

He was streaming gold

And that's molten metal

He imposed his reason

Again from his hammer

He was hitting the iron which was hot oh...

Again from his hammer

He was hitting the iron which was hot oh...

When the cricket finally greeted the night

When the very open fire died out

He returned in peace to his old home

And its very very large boxwood bed

Like an old river diverted

What he forged eluded him

What sprang from his arms

Made the fortune of kings, but...

Again from his hammer

He was hitting the iron which was hot oh...

Again from his hammer

He was hitting the iron which was hot oh...

And yet in this life

Everything he forges is his

Joys, days and nights...