William Sheller — Moondown song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Moondown" by William Sheller.
Lyrics
Sur le chemin montant
Qui passe au pays d’Arwen,
Entre le diable et le vent,
Juste au soleil couchant,
De par le bord de l'étang,
Elle est entrée au domaine.
Elle serrait en passant,
Dessous un manteau de laine,
Un gilet brodé d’argent.
On lui donnait seulement
Juste seize ans, pour autant
Que la mémoire me revienne.
Elle disait: «Fallait que je m’en aille. «Elle disait: «Tout me fait mal, dedans.
J’ai brûlé mon c ur de paille
Avec les feux de la Saint-Jean. "
Je lui aurais bien parlé, pourtant
On ne l’a pas vue longtemps.
S’en est allée comme sa peine,
Au mauvais jours du printemps
De longs cheveux d’enfant,
Suivait le fil du courant
De la rivière aux dolmens.
Elle disait: «Fallait que je m’en aille. «Elle disait: «Tout me fait mal, dedans.
J’ai brûlé mon c ur de paille
Avec les feux de la Saint-Jean. "
Je lui aurais bien parlé, pourtant
Lyrics translation
On the way up
Who passes to the Land of Arwen,
Between the devil and the wind,
Just in the setting sun,
From the edge of the pond,
She entered the estate.
She was squeezing by the way,
Under a woolen coat,
A silver embroidered vest.
We only gave him
Just sixteen years old, for that matter
Let the memory come back to me.
She said, " I had to go. She said, "Everything hurts in there.
I burned my heart with straw
With the fires of St. John's. "
I would have talked to him, though.
We haven't seen her long.
Gone like her pain,
To the bad days of spring
Long Child hair,
Followed the current wire
From the river to the dolmens.
She said, " I had to go. She said, "Everything hurts in there.
I burned my heart with straw
With the fires of St. John's. "
I would have talked to him, though.