Jacques Brel — Les Flamandes song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les Flamandes" by Jacques Brel.
Lyrics
Les flamandes dansent sans rien dire
Sans rien dire aux dimanches sonnants
Les flamandes dansent sans rien dire
Les flamandes ç a n`est pas causant
Si elles dansent c`est parce qu`elles ont vingt ans
Et qu`Ã vingt ans il faut se fiancer
Se fiancer pour pouvoir se marier
Et se marier pour avoir des enfants
C`est ce que leur ont dit leurs parents
Le bedeau et même son eminence
L`Archiprêtre qui prêche au couvent
Et c`est pour ç a et c`est pour ç a qu`elles dansent
Les flamandes, les flamandes
Les fla, les Fla, les flamandes
Les flamandes dansent sans frÃ(c)mir
Sans frÃ(c)mir aux dimanches sonnants
Les flamandes dansent sans frÃ(c)mir
Les flamandes ç a n`est pas frÃ(c)missant
Si elles dansent c`est parce qu`elles ont trente ans
Et qu`Ã trente ans il est bon de montrer
Que tout va bien que poussent les enfants
Et le houblon et le blé dans le pré Elles font la fierté de leurs parents
Et du bedeau et de son eminence
L`archiprêtre qui prêche au couvent
Et c`est pour ç a et c`est pour ç a qu`elles dansent
Les flamandes, les flamandes
Les fla, les fla, les flamandes
Les flamandes dansent sans sourire
Sans sourire aux dimanches sonnants
Les flamandes dansent sans sourire
Les flamandes ç a n`est pas souriant
Si elles dansent c`est qu`elles ont septante ans
Qu`Ã septante ans il est bon de montrer
Que tout va bien que poussent les petits-enfants
Et le houblon et le blé dans le pré Toutes vêtues de noir comme leurs parents
Comme le bedeau et comme son eminence
L`archiprêtre qui radote au couvent
Elles hÃ(c)ritent et c`est pour ç a qu`elles dansent
Les flamandes, les flamandes
Les fla, les fla, les flamandes
Les flamandes dansent sans mollir
Sans mollir aux dimanches sonnants
Les flamandes dansent sans mollir
Les flamandes ç a n`est pas mollissant
Si elles dansent c`est parce qu`elles ont cent ans
Et qu`Ã cent ans il est bon de montrer
Que tout va bien qu`on a toujours bon pied
Et bon houblon et bon blé dans le pré Elles s`en vont retrouver leurs parents
Et le bedeau et même son eminence
L`Archiprêtre qui repose au couvent
Et c`est pour ç a qu`une dernière fois elles dansent
Les flamandes, les flamandes
Les fla, les fla, les flamandes
Lyrics translation
The flamingos dance without saying anything
Without saying anything on ringing Sundays
The flamingos dance without saying anything
The flamandas is not causing
If they dance it's because they're twenty
And that twenty years must be engaged
Get engaged to get married
And get married to have children
That's what their parents told them.
The bedeau and even His eminence
The Archpriest who preaches at the convent
And that's why and that's why they dance
The flamingos, the flamingos
The fla, The Fla, the Flemish
The flamingos dance without frà (c)mir
No fra (c)mir on ringing Sundays
The flamingos dance without frà (c)mir
The flamandes it is not frà (C) missant
If they dance it's because they're thirty
And that thirty years it is good to show
That all is well that grow children
And hops and wheat in the meadow they make the pride of their parents
And the bedeau and His eminence
The archpriest who preaches at the convent
And that's why and that's why they dance
The flamingos, the flamingos
The fla, the FLA, the Flemish
Flamingos dance without a smile
Without a smile on ringing Sundays
Flamingos dance without a smile
The flamingos are not smiling
If they dance, they're seventy years old.
That seventy years it is good to show
That all is well that grow grandchildren
And hops and wheat in the meadow all dressed in black as their parents
Like the bedeau and like His eminence
The archpriest who raves at the convent
And that's why they dance
The flamingos, the flamingos
The fla, the FLA, the Flemish
The flamingos dance without mollir
Without giving up on ringing Sundays
The flamingos dance without mollir
The Flanders is not mollissant
If they dance it's because they're a hundred years old
And that a hundred years it is good to show
That everything is fine that we always have a good foot
And good hops and good wheat in the meadow they will find their parents
And the bedeau and even His eminence
The Archpriest that rests in the convent
And that's why one last time they dance
The flamingos, the flamingos
The fla, the FLA, the Flemish