Barbara — L'oeillet Blanc song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'oeillet Blanc" by Barbara.
Lyrics
Le premier jour qu’il vit la fille,
Il lui offrit un illet blanc.
C'était pas une fille de famille
Mais elle avait des sentiments
Et elle en eut le c ur content.
Le second jour qu’elle vit le marin,
Il lui offrit un illet rose
Sans pour ça lui demander rien.
Elle sut apprécier la chose,
Souriant des yeux, les lèvres closes.
On ne peut jamais savoir
Ce que sera demain
Car c’est le jeu du hasard.
L’amour est son cousin.
Ce c ur était muet
Depuis bien des années.
Il a suffit d’un illet
Pour qu’il se mette à chanter.
Ce n’est que le soir du troisième jour,
Bien loin de la ville, bien loin des bouges,
Qu’avec la fille, il fit l’amour
Et lui donna un illet rouge,
Et lui donna un illet rouge.
Puis il lui dit quelques paroles:
«Si je restais, je pourrais t’aimer.
Elle se sentit dev’nir toute drôle,
Si drôle qu’elle s’est mise à pleurer,
Si drôle qu’elle s’est mise à pleurer. "
On ne peut jamais savoir
Ce que sera demain
Car c’est le jeu du hasard.
L’amour est son cousin.
Ce c ur était muet
Depuis bien des années.
Il a suffit d’un illet
Pour qu’il se mette à pleurer.
Sans amour, le plaisir est mort.
Il y a des filles dans tous les bouges.
Y a des marins dans tous les ports
Mais il n’y a qu’un illet rouge,
Mais il n’y a qu’un illet rouge.
On ne peut jamais savoir
Ce que sera demain
Lyrics translation
The first day he saw the girl,
He offered her a white illet.
She wasn't a family girl.
But she had feelings
And she was happy with it.
The second day she saw the sailor,
He offered her a pink illet
Without asking him anything.
She knew how to appreciate the thing,
Smiling eyes, closed lips.
One can never know
What will be tomorrow
Because it's a game of chance.
Love is his cousin.
That heart was mute
For many years.
It has only one illet
So he can start singing.
It is only the evening of the third day,
Far away from the city, far away from the hustle and bustle,
That with the girl he made love
And gave him a red illet,
And gave him a red illet.
Then he tells her a few words:
"If I stayed, I could love you.
She felt Dev'nir all funny,
So funny she started crying,
So funny she started crying. "
One can never know
What will be tomorrow
Because it's a game of chance.
Love is his cousin.
That heart was mute
For many years.
It has only one illet
So he can start crying.
Without love, pleasure is dead.
There are girls in every move.
There are sailors in all ports
But there is only one red illet,
But there is only one red illet.
One can never know
What will be tomorrow