Danakil — Mon île song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mon île" by Danakil.
Lyrics
Et Je dis: A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
Mon île est riche, mais je vous parle de vraies richesses,
Non, pas de celles dont l’occident nourrit ses commerces,
C’est le dernier endroit sur Terre où la vie vous carresse.
Y-en-a-t-il parmi vous que cela intéresse?
Sur mon île, il n’y a pas d’emplois,
Aucun patron, aucun magistrat,
Les lois, la police n’existent pas,
Non, sur mon île, on ne travaille pas.
Maint’nant, à chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
Le cours des bourses chute, et coulent toutes vos filliales,
Le temps est couvert sur votre si puissante capital.
Mais le micro-climat de mon île tropicale,
Est propice à la croissance de mes plantes médicinales.
Quand 6h30 sonne pour vous le glas,
D’une longue journée, d’un travail qui n’en finissait pas.
Je me repose, je me détend,
Et me laisse bercer par le bruit de l’océan.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
A chacun, son paradis,
A chacun, son idéal de vie.
Oooooooooh…,
A chacun, chacun, chacun son paradis,
Oooooooooh…,
Chacun, chacun…
Lyrics translation
And I say, to every man his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
My island is rich, but I'm telling you about real riches,
No, not those whose West feeds its businesses,
This is the last place on Earth where life caresses you.
Are there any among you that interest?
On my island there are no jobs,
No boss, no magistrate,
Laws, police don't exist,
No, we don't work on my island.
Keeping, to each one, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
The stock market price falls, and all your filliales flow,
Time is covered on your SO powerful capital.
But the microclimate of my tropical island,
Is conducive to the growth of my medicinal plants.
When 6: 30 sounds for you the glas,
A long day, a job that didn't end.
I rest, I relax,
And let me be rocked by the sound of the ocean.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
To each, his Paradise,
To each, his ideal of life.
Oooooooooh…,
To each, each, each his Paradise,
Oooooooooh…,
Everyone, everyone…