Mon ami cévenol - Yves Duteil

Il existe une auberge deux pas d’une cole

Quelque part en pays Cvenol

Comme un vieux coeur de pierre, sur le flanc d’un rocher

Au milieu d’un village oubli

On y fait des festins mais celui qui les sert

Vous en parle si bien qu’au dessert

Il reste, au fond du coeur, un parfum d’amiti qui ressemble la flicit

Il vous ouvre sa vie, sa cave et son savoir

Et sa table est un livre d’histoires

La saveur de son vin, pareille son regard

Laisse autant de tendresse et d’espoir

Il nous a racont les mines abandonnes

Les maisons des valles dsertes

Les villages o les arbres et les lianes ont pouss

Sur les murs et les toits effondrs

Dans ce curieux dcor de forts ptrifies

O le temps semblait’s’tre arrt

Il restait par endroits des lambeaux du pass

Que les vents n’avaient pas disperss

De longues promenades en secrets changs

On tait un peu moins trangers

De ces jours de magie, de bonheurs partags

Il nous reste un grand vide combler

Mon ami Cvenol, tu m’as fait bien plaisir

Je n’ai que ma musique t’offrir

Je t’cris ces couplets dans ma tte, en secret

En hommage ton talent discret

N’aie pas peur de vieillir, ton bonheur est ici

Dans ces pierres o ton pre a grandi

Tu l’auras ton toile, un beau jour, c’est certain

Mais le ciel tout entier t’appartient

There's a hostel two blocks from a school

Somewhere in Cvenol country

Like an old heart of stone, on the side of a rock

In the middle of a forgotten village

Feasts are held there, but he who serves them

You talk about it so well that at dessert

There remains, deep in the heart, a scent of friendship that resembles cop

He opens his life, his cellar and his knowledge to you

And his table is a storybook

The taste of his wine, like his gaze

Leave so much tenderness and hope

He told us of the abandoned mines

The houses of the deserted valleys

The villages where the trees and creepers grew

Over crumbling walls and roofs

In this curious setting of petrified forts

Where time seemed to stand still

There remained in places shreds of the past

That the winds had not dispersed

Long walks in secrets changed

We were a little less strangers

Of those days of magic, of shared happiness

We have a big void left to fill

My friend Cvenol, you made me very happy

I only have my music to offer you

I write you these verses in my head, in secret

In tribute to your discreet talent

Don't be afraid to grow old, your happiness is here

In these stones where your father grew

You'll get your canvas one day, that's for sure

But the whole sky is yours