Le Matin - Yann Tiersen

Il pleuvait fort sur la grand-route

Ell' cheminait sans parapluie

J’en avais un, vol, sans doute

Le matin mme un ami

Courant alors sa rescousse

Je lui propose un peu d’abri

En schant l’eau de sa frimousse

D’un air trs doux, ell' m’a dit «oui "

Un p’tit coin d’parapluie

Contre un coin d’paradis

Elle avait quelque chos' d’un ange

Un p’tit coin d’paradis

Contre un coin d’parapluie

Je n’perdais pas au chang', pardi!

Chemin faisant, que ce fut tendre

D’ouare deux le chant joli

Que l’eau du ciel faisait entendre

Sur le toit de mon parapluie!

J’aurais voulu, comme au dluge

Voir sans arrt tomber la pluie

Pour la garder, sous mon refuge

Quarante jours, quarante nuits

Mais btement, mme en orage

Les routes vont vers des pays

Bientt le sien fit un barrage

l’horizon de ma folie!

Il a fallu qu’elle me quitte

Aprs m’avoir dit grand merci

Et je l’ai vu', toute petite

Partir gaiement vers mon oubli

It was raining hard on the highway

She walked without an umbrella

I had one, theft, no doubt

In the morning even a friend

Then running to his rescue

I offer her some shelter

Drying the water from her face

With a very sweet air, she said to me "yes"

A little corner of an umbrella

Against a corner of paradise

She had something of an angel

A little corner of paradise

Against a corner of an umbrella

I didn't lose at chang', of course!

Along the way, it was tender

D'ouare deux le chant jolie

That the water of the sky made hear

On the roof of my umbrella!

I would have liked, like at the dluge

Watch the rain keep falling

To keep her, under my refuge

Forty days, forty nights

But foolishly, even in a storm

Roads go to countries

Soon his made a barrage

the horizon of my madness!

She had to leave me

After saying thank you

And I saw her, very small

Go cheerfully towards my oblivion