Hugues Aufray — Le Coeur Gros song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Coeur Gros" by Hugues Aufray.
Lyrics
Paroles: Hugues Aufray et Pierre Delano
Musique: Hugues Aufray
1965 by ditions LA COMPAGNIE. assigned
1970 to Les Nouvelles ditions MERIDIAN
5, rue Lincoln 75 008 Paris
Quand revient le vent de l’automne
Je pense tout ce temps perdu
Je n’ai
fait de mal personne
Je n’ai pas fait de bien non plus
Et j’ai le coeur gros.
Pauvre chien perdu dans la ville
Y’a des abris pour toi mon vieux
On a la conscience tranquille
Et quand on regarde tes yeux,
On a le coeur gros.
Aprs des mois de mauvais coups
De filets pleins de gomons
Quand le marin compte ses sous
Sur la table de la maison
Il a le coeur gros.
Toi qui n’es pas mort Madrid
O tant de copains sont rests
Quand tu regardes tes mains vides
Et devant ton fusil rouill
Tu as le coeur gros.
Quand tu l’as vu port en terre
Son cheval noir marchant devant
Tu as soudain compris mon frre
Qu’il tait plus qu’un prsident
Tu as eu le coeur gros.
Assis au bord de la rivire
Mes rves suivent leur chemin
Et quand je pe nse qu’il y a sur terre
Deux enfants sur trois qui ont faim
Moi j’ai le coeur gros.
Adieu fillette, adieu ma mie
Adieu petite le temps court
Les cigognes sont reparties
Elles reviendront srement un jour
N’aie plus le coeur gros.
Lyrics translation
Lyrics: Hugues Aufray and Pierre Delano
Music: Hugues Aufray
1965 by ditions La COMPAGNIE. assigned
1970 to the new MERIDIAN ditions
5, rue Lincoln 75 008 Paris
When the autumn wind returns
I think all this time lost
I did not
hurt nobody
I didn't do any good either
And I have a big heart.
Poor dog lost in the city
There's shelter for you, old man.
We have a clear conscience
And when we look at your eyes,
We have a big heart.
After months of bad blows
Of fillets filled with gomons
When the sailor counts his subs
On the table of the House
He's got a big heart.
You Who Are Not Dead Madrid
O so many friends are rests
When you look at your empty hands
And in front of your Red Rifle
You have a big heart.
When you saw port on land
Her black horse walking in front
You suddenly understood my brother
That he was more than a president
You had a big heart.
Sitting at the edge of the rivire
My rves go their way
And when I know that there is on Earth
Two out of three children who are hungry
I have a big heart.
Farewell, little girl, farewell to me
Farewell small short time
The storks are gone
They will surely come back one day
Don't have a big heart.