Jacques Brel — Jaurès song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jaurès" by Jacques Brel.
Lyrics
Ils taient uss quinze ans
Ils finissaient en dbutant
Les douze mois s’appelaient dcembre
Quelle vie ont eu nos grands-parents
Entre l’absinthe et les grand-messes
Ils taient vieux avant que d’tre
Quinze heures par jour le corps en laisse
Laisse au visage un teint de cendre
Oui, notre Monsieur oui notre bon Matre
Pourquoi ont-ils tu Jaurs?
Pourquoi ont-ils tu Jaurs?
On ne peut pas dire qu’ils furent esclaves
De l dire qu’ils ont vcu
Lorsque l’on part aussi vaincu
C’est dur de sortir de l’enclave
Et pourtant l’espoir fleurissait
Dans les rves qui montaient aux yeux
Des quelques ceux qui refusaient
De ramper jusqu' la vieillesse
Oui notre bon Matre oui notre Monsieur
Pourquoi ont-ils tu Jaurs?
Pourquoi ont-ils tu Jaurs?
Si par malheur ils survivaient
C’tait pour partir la guerre
C’tait pour finir la guerre
Aux ordres de quelques sabreurs
Qui exigeaient du bout des lvres
Qu’ils aillent ouvrir au champ d’horreur
Leurs vingt ans qui n’avaient pu natre
Et ils mouraient pleine peur
Tout misreux oui notre bon Matre
Couvert de prtres oui notre Monsieur
Demandez-vous belle jeunesse
Le temps de l’ombre d’un souvenir
Le temps du souffle d’un soupir
Pourquoi ont-ils tu Jaurs?
Pourquoi ont-ils tu Jaurs?
Lyrics translation
They were USS fifteen years
They would end up by dbutting
The twelve months were called December
What life did our grandparents have
Between absinthe and the grand masses
They were old before they were
Fifteen hours a day the body on a leash
Leaves an ashy complexion on the face
Yes, our sir yes our good Matre
Why did they kill you?
Why did they kill you?
It can't be said that they were slaves
To say that they have vcu
When one leaves also defeated
It's hard to get out of the enclave
And yet hope flourished
In the rves that rose to the eyes
Of the few who refused
From crawling to old age
Yes our good Matre yes Our Sir
Why did they kill you?
Why did they kill you?
If by misfortune they survived
It was to start the war
It was to end the war.
On the orders of a few Sabre-makers
Who demanded from the end of the LVRs
That they go open to the field of horror
Their twenty years that had not been born
And they were dying in fear
All misreux yes our good Matre
Covered with prtres yes our Sir
Ask yourself beautiful youth
The time of the shadow of a memory
The time of the breath of a sigh
Why did they kill you?
Why did they kill you?