Anne Sylvestre — Le lanceur de couteaux song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le lanceur de couteaux" by Anne Sylvestre.
Lyrics
Elle était pailletée de neige
Dans son justaucorps incarnat
Dans ses yeux brillaient des manèges
Mais jamais le cœur lui tourna
Il était saupoudré de lune
La mèche sombre et l'œil diamant
Dans ses mains, toute une fortune
De poignards aux manches d’argent
Il dit «Viens, tu seras ma cible
Devant ton regard indicible
Jamais ma main ne tremblera
Je te contournerai, ma Dame
Et de la pointe de mes lames
Rayonnante, tu sortiras»
Dans son maillot cousu de givre
Elle crépitait de blondeur
Elle se retenait de vivre
Ses rêves la gardaient ailleurs
Quand elle décochait des sourires
Plus affûtés que ses couteaux
Il avait la rage d’inscrire
Une autre marque sur sa peau
Comme un reflet que l’on efface
Il se tenait à la surface
De ses yeux couleur lac gelé
Il eût voulu boire à la source
Mais il n’avait d’autre ressource
Que sa froideur ensorcelée
En voyageant de ville en ville
Elle faisait battre les cœurs
Elle se laissait clouer, docile
Mais son visage était moqueur
Quand une lame plus perfide
Venait la frôler de trop près
Elle demeurait impavide
Et jamais ne se retirait
Dans un pays plein de fontaines
On la porta comme une reine
On lui déroula des tapis
On lui joua des sérénades
Dans son coin comme un chien malade
Tout le jour, il fut accroupi
Quand au soir cessa le tumulte
Elle se dressa devant lui
Son regard était une insulte
Son sourire incendiait la nuit
Il prit sa lame la plus belle
La soupesa, la fit briller
Lui fit jeter des étincelles
La planta dans son propre pied
Le sang coula mais pas les larmes
Il avait dénoué le charme
Qui le tenait au chapiteau
Dieu protège les infidèles !
On n’entendit plus parler d’elle
Il partit avec ses couteaux
Pourquoi je vous ai parlé d’elle?
J’avais la mémoire fidèle
Quand j'étais lanceur de couteaux
Lyrics translation
She was glistened with snow
In his embodied leotard
In his eyes shone rides
But never did his heart turn
It was sprinkled with Moon
The dark Wick and the Diamond Eye
In his hands, a whole fortune
From daggers to silver sleeves
He says " Come, you'll be my target
Before your unspeakable gaze
My hand will never tremble
I will bypass You, My Lady
And the tip of my blades
Radiant, you'll come out»
In his jersey sewn from Frost
She crackled blonde
She kept herself from living
Her dreams kept her somewhere else
When she would smile
Sharper than his knives
He was angry to register
Another mark on his skin
As a reflection that is erased
He stood on the surface
From her eyes frozen lake color
He would have wanted to drink at the source
But he had no other resource
Let her Charmed coldness
Traveling from city to city
She made hearts beat
She let herself be nailed, docile
But his face was mocking
When a more treacherous Blade
Came too close to her
She remained fearless
And never retired
In a country full of fountains
She was carried like a queen
Carpets were rolled out to him
He was serenaded
In his corner like a sick dog
All day he was squatting
When in the evening the tumult ceased
She stood before him
Her look was an insult
His smile set fire to the night
He took his most beautiful Blade
He sighed it, made it shine
Made him throw sparks
Planta in her own foot
Blood flowed but not tears
He had unleashed the charm
Who held him in the marquee
God protects the infidels !
We never heard of her again.
He left with his knives
Why did I tell you about her?
I had the faithful memory
When I was a knife thrower