Alain Goraguer — La Commune song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Commune" by Alain Goraguer.
Lyrics
Paroles: Georges Coulonges
Musique: Jean Ferrat
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme un espoir mis en chantier
Ils se levrent pour la Commune
En coutant chanter Potier.
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme une toile au firmament
Ils faisaient
vivre la Commune
En coutant chanter Clment.
C’taient des ferronniers
Aux enseignes fragiles
C’taient des menuisiers
Aux cent coups de rabots
Pour dfendre Paris
Ils se firent mobiles
C’taient des forgerons
Devenus des meublots.
Il y a c ent ans commun commune
Comme artisans et ouvriers
Ils se battaient pour la Commune
En coutant chanter Potier.
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme ouvriers comme artisans
Ils se battaient pour la Commune
En coutant chanter Clment.
Devenus des
soldats
Aux consciences civiles
C’taient des fdrs
Qui plantaient un drapeau
Disputant l’avenir
Aux pavs de la ville
C’taient des forgerons
Devenus des hros.
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme un espoir mis en chantier
Ils voyaient mour
ir la Commune
Ah ! Laissez-moi chanter Potier
Il y a cent ans commun commune
Comme une toile au firmament
Ils s’teignaient pour la Commune
coute bien chanter Clment.
Lyrics translation
Lyrics: Georges Coulonges
Music: Jean Ferrat
One hundred years ago Common common
As a hope set in motion
They stand up for the Commune
By singing Potter.
One hundred years ago Common common
Like a canvas in the firmament
They were doing
living the Commune
By singing Clment.
They were Ironworkers.
Fragile signs
They were carpenters.
To the hundred strokes of planes
For dfendre Paris
They became mobile
They were blacksmiths.
Became furniture.
Common common
As craftsmen and workers
They were fighting for the Commune
By singing Potter.
One hundred years ago Common common
As workers as craftsmen
They were fighting for the Commune
By singing Clment.
Become
soldiers
Civil conscience
They were fdrs.
Who planted a flag
Vying for the future
To the pavs of the city
They were blacksmiths.
Become hros.
One hundred years ago Common common
As a hope set in motion
They saw mour
ir The Commune
Ah! Let me sing Potter
One hundred years ago Common common
Like a canvas in the firmament
They dyed themselves for the Commune
it's hard to sing Clment.