Alain Chamfort — Les jours de moisson song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les jours de moisson" by Alain Chamfort.
Lyrics
coulez ce bateau
coulez cet homme et ses pairs
coulez ce rafiot
rendez cet homme à la mer
coulez ce bateau
hantés d’ondines et de mots
coulez ce radeau
qui coule ses rimes dans son rhum
rendez aux poissons
ces passions gâchés à terre
poisson slitaire
fruit de ses cales un poison
rendez aux poissons
les mystères hantant ses cales
poisson centenaire
arrête-t-il ce poison
bébé qui pleure, bébé qui rit
comptant les heures vides de son lit,
ça passera
son testament c’est:
brûler tout car rien de tout
ne tient plus debout
son testament: brûlez tout
son testament sait:
sa nuit n’a pas de saisons
son lit n’a pas de Suzon…
ça passera…
les jours de moisson
viendront avec sa Suzon
les jours de moisson
viendront un jour sans poison
ça passera…
coulez ce rafiot
pensèrent un jour les poissons
ça passera…
Lyrics translation
sink this boat
sink this man and his peers
sink that rafiot
return this man to the sea
sink this boat
haunted by waves and words
sink this raft
that flows its rhymes in its rum
return to the fish
these passions spoiled on the ground
slitary fish
fruit of its holds a poison
return to the fish
the mysteries haunting his holds
centenary fish
does he stop this poison
baby crying, baby laughing
counting the empty hours of his bed,
it'll pass.
his will is:
burn everything because nothing at all
can no longer stand
his will: burn everything
his Will knows:
his night has no seasons
her bed has no Suzon…
it'll pass.…
harvest days
will come with his Suzon
harvest days
will come a day without poison
it'll pass.…
sink that rafiot
once thought the fish
it'll pass.…