Vanden Plas — Des Hauts, Des Bas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Des Hauts, Des Bas" by Vanden Plas.
Lyrics
La pluie venait du nord,
Le vent passait sous ma porte.
Je comptais vivre fort
Et que le diable m’emporte
J’allais à la fenêtre,
Enroule dans le drap
Je secouais la tête
Et j’en ecartais les bras
J’avais des hauts,
J’avais des bas,
J’avais plus ou moins chaud
(Et) toute la vie devant moi
J’avais des hauts,
J’avais des bas,
Je croyais que j’en voulais trop
J’ai même eu ce que je ne voulais pas
Je restais enferme,
Ou errais pendant des jours
Trop de chemins s’ouvraient,
Trop de questions en retour
Je n’avais pas tue mon père,
Mais je ne me souvenais pas
Ce qu’il me disait de faire,
Ce qu’il ne me disait pas
J’avais des hauts,
J’avais des bas,
J’avais plus ou moins chaud
(Et) toute la vie devant moi
J’avais des hauts,
J’avais des bas,
Je croyais que j’en voulais trop
J’ai même eu ce que je ne voulais pas
Chaque jour je me tenais prêt
Je guettais l’heure et la page
Où les eaux s’ouvriraient,
Me laisseraient un passage
L’espoir me faisait vivre
L’attente me rendait nerveux
Je trouvais dans les livres
De quoi patienter un peu
J’avais des hauts
J’avais des bas…
Lyrics translation
The rain came from the North,
The wind was passing under my door.
I intended to live strong
And let the Devil Take Me
I was going to the window,
Wraps in the sheet
I shook my head
And I spread my arms
I had highs,
I had stockings,
I was more or less hot
(And) all my life before me
I had highs,
I had stockings,
I thought I wanted too much.
I even got what I didn't want
I was locked up.,
Or wandered for days
Too many paths opened,
Too many questions in return
I didn't kill my father.,
But I didn't remember
What he was telling me to do,
What he wasn't telling me
I had highs,
I had stockings,
I was more or less hot
(And) all my life before me
I had highs,
I had stockings,
I thought I wanted too much.
I even got what I didn't want
Every day I stood ready
I was looking for the time and the page
Where the waters would open,
Would leave me a passage
Hope Made Me Live
The wait made me nervous
I found in the books
What to wait a little
I had highs
I had stockings…