Grand père Yitzhak - Yves Duteil

Il a chant ses chansons, veill sur elle au salon.

Il coutait ses pomes, expliquait bien les problmes.

Ensemble autour de la rade, ils s’en allaient en balade.

Si ses parents la grondaient quelquefois, elle se cachait dans ses bras.

Il avait fait la guerre, autrefois, mais n’en parlait presque pas.

Elle pense lui chaque jour mais n’attend plus son retour.

Quand il partait en voyage, il crivait quelques pages.

Parfois si tendre et secret, c’tait ainsi qu’elle l’aimait.

Elle tait grande et pourtant, on autait dit une enfant

Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-pre

Devant les grands de la terre.

Entre les larmes, elle disait que jamais nos regrets ne lui ramneraient

Malgr les Princes et les Rois, tout son bonheur d’autrefois.

Elle dessinait sa maison avec au loin l’horizon.

Il ajoutait dans le ciel une colombe, un soleil.

C’tait pour elle qu’il voulait tendre la main vers la paix

Et regarder les enfants dsunis sortir enfin de la nuit.

Il tait grave et srieux parfois et elle ne comprenait pas.

Elle pense lui chaque jour mais n’attend plus son retour.

Entre les larmes, elle savait qu’aucun hymne la paix ne lui ramnerait

Malgr l’espoir et la foi, tout ce bonheur d’autrefois.

Mmm…

Elle tait grande et pourtant, on aurait dit une enfant

Une petite fille qui pleurait son grand-pre parmi les grands de la terre.

He sang her songs, watched over her in the living room.

He listened to his poems, explained problems well.

Together around the harbour, they would go for a walk.

If her parents sometimes scolded her, she hid in their arms.

He had been in the war once, but hardly talked about it.

She thinks of him every day but no longer expects his return.

When he went on a trip, he wrote a few pages.

Sometimes so tender and secretive, that was how she liked him.

She was tall and yet she looked like a child

A little girl who cried for her grandfather

Before the greats of the earth.

Between tears she said our regrets would never bring her back

In spite of Princes and Kings, all its former happiness.

She was drawing her house with the horizon in the distance.

He added in the sky a dove, a sun.

It was for her that he wanted to reach out for peace

And watch the disunited children finally come out of the night.

He was serious and serious at times and she didn't understand.

She thinks of him every day but no longer expects his return.

Between the tears she knew no peace anthem would bring her back

Despite hope and faith, all that happiness of old.

Mmm…

She was tall and yet she looked like a child

A little girl who mourned her grandfather among the greats of the earth.