Saint Just — Saint Just song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Saint Just" by Saint Just.
Lyrics
Danses de la Cour dans les grands palais royaux
Des rois peureux ed débiles
Dans les nuits révolutionnaires de ton peuple
Iritaient ton espirit enragé
Parmi les lumiéres des dentelles qui accompagnaient
Les promenades nocturnes de la princesses seules
Le peuple criait le révolte
En longues processions de sang
Dans les anciennes ballades du chanteur ambulant
Dans leur comiques représentations
Dans les petits théâtres populaires
Parmi les cris des marchands
Parmi les plaisanteries maliciuses des gamins
Et le regard attentif de la monarchie
Charmante dans ses danses gentiles
Charmante dans ses tableaux
Que ton peuple a détruit
Il a chanté ton historie
Il a chanté ta France
(trad. Balli di corte nelle grandi reggie
Dai re paurosi e deboli
Nelle notti rivoluzionarie del tuo popolo
Innervosivano la tua mente rabbiosa
Tra le luci dei merletti che accompagnavano
Le passeggiate notturne di principesse sole
Il popolo gridava la tua rivolta
In lunghe processioni di sangue
Nelle antiche ballate dei cantastorie
Nelle loro comiche rappresentazioni
Nei piccoli teatri popolari
Tra le grida dei mercanti
Tra gli scherzi maliziosi dei monelli
E lo sguardo attento della monarchia
Vezzosa nelle sue danze gentili
Vezzosa nei suoi quadri
Che il popolo ha distrutto
Ha cantato la tua storia
Ha cantato la tua Francia.)
Lyrics translation
Court dances in the grand royal palaces
Fearful and weak Kings
In the Revolutionary nights of your people
Irritated your angry spirit
Among the lights of the lace that accompanied
The night walks of the princesses alone
The people shouted revolt
In long processions of blood
In the old ballads of The Walking singer
In their comic performances
In small popular theaters
Among the cries of merchants
Among the mischievous jokes of the kids
And the attentive look of the monarchy
Charming in her gentle dances
Charming in her paintings
That your people have destroyed
He sang Your Story
He sang Your France
(trad. Court dances in the great reggie
From fearful and weak Kings
In the Revolutionary nights of your people
They made your angry mind nervous.
Among the lights of the lace that accompanied
The night walks of sun princesses
The people cried out your revolt
In long processions of blood
In the ancient ballads of storytellers
In their comic performances
In Small Folk theaters
Among the cries of merchants
Among the mischievous pranks of the brats
And the careful look of the monarchy
Feisty in her gentle dances
Feisty in her paintings
That the people destroyed
He sang Your Story
He sang Your France.)