Ridan — Ulysse song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ulysse" by Ridan.
Lyrics
Heureux qui comme Ulysse
A fait un beau voyage
Ou comme cestuy-l
Qui conquit la toison
Et puis est retourn
Plein d’usage et raison
Vivre entre ses parents
Le reste de son ge!
Quand reverrai-je, hlas
De mon petit village
Fumer la chemine
Et en quelle saison?
Mais quand reverrai-je
De mon petit village
Fumer la chemine
Et en quelle saison?
Mais quand reverrai-je?
Mais quand reverrai-je
De mon petit village
Fumer la chemine
Et en quelle saison?
Mais quand reverrai-je?
Reverrai-je le clos
De ma pauvre maison
Qui m’est une province
Et beaucoup davantage?
Plus me plat le sjour
Qu’ont bti mes aeux
Que des palais romains
Le front audacieux
Plus que le marbre dur
Me plat l’ardoise fine
Plus mon Loir gaulois
Que le Tibre latin
Plus mon petit Lir
Que le mont Palatin
Et plus que l’air marin
La douceur angevine
Mais quand reverrai-je
De mon petit village
Fumer la chemine
Et en quelle saison?
Mais quand reverrai-je?
Mais quand reverrai-je
De mon petit village
Fumer la chemine
Et en quelle saison?
Mais quand reverrai-je?
J’ai travers les mers
A la force de mes bras
Seul contre les dieux
Perdu dans les mares
Retranch dans une cale
Et mes vieux tympans percs
Pour ne plus jamais entendre
Les sirnes et leur voix
Nos vies sont une guerre
O il ne tient qu' nous
De se soucier de nos sorts
De trouver le bon choix
De nous mfier de nos pas
Et de toute cette eau qui dort
Qui pollue nos chemins
Soi-disant pavs d’or!
Mais quand reverrai-je
De mon petit village
Fumer la chemine
Et en quelle saison?
Mais quand reverrai-je?
Mais quand reverrai-je
De mon petit village
Fumer la chemine
Et en quelle saison?
Mais quand reverrai-je?
Mais quand reverrai-je…
Lyrics translation
Happy who like Ulysses
Made a nice trip
Or as cestuy-l
Who conquers the fleece
And then is back
Full of Use and reason
Living among his parents
The rest of his age!
When Will I see you again, hlas
From my little village
Smoking the fireplace
And in what season?
But when Will I see you again
From my little village
Smoking the fireplace
And in what season?
But when Will I see you again?
But when Will I see you again
From my little village
Smoking the fireplace
And in what season?
But when Will I see you again?
Will I see the closed
From my poor house
Who is a province to me
And much more?
More flat me SJ
What have my aeux bti
Than Roman palaces
The bold front
More than hard marble
Me flat the fine slate
More my Loir gaulois
Than the Latin Tiber
Plus my little Lir
That Mount Palatine
And more than sea air
Angevin sweetness
But when Will I see you again
From my little village
Smoking the fireplace
And in what season?
But when Will I see you again?
But when Will I see you again
From my little village
Smoking the fireplace
And in what season?
But when Will I see you again?
I have across the seas
At the strength of my arms
Alone against the gods
Lost in the pools
Retranch in a hold
And my old eardrums percs
To never hear again
The sirnes and their voices
Our lives are a war
O it only takes us
To care about our spells
Finding the right choice
Of our steps
And all that water that sleeps
Who pollutes our paths
So-called Golden pavs!
But when Will I see you again
From my little village
Smoking the fireplace
And in what season?
But when Will I see you again?
But when Will I see you again
From my little village
Smoking the fireplace
And in what season?
But when Will I see you again?
But when Will I see you again…