Catherine Ribeiro — Paix song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Paix" by Catherine Ribeiro.
Lyrics
Paix à celui qui hurle parce qu'il voit clair
Paix à nos esprits malades, à nos coeurs éclatés
Paix à nos membres fatigués, déchirés
Paix à nos générations dégénérées
Paix aux grandes confusions de la misère
Paix à celui qui cherche
En se frappant la tête contre des murs en béton
Paix au courroux de l'homme qui a faim
Paix à la haine, à la rage des opprimés
Paix à celui qui travaille de ses mains
Paix à cette nature
Qui nous a toujours donné le meilleur d'elle-même
Et dont chaque homme quel qu'il soit a besoin
Paix à nos ventres —
Grands réservoirs de poubelles académiques
Paix à vous mes amis, dont la tendresse m'est une nécessité
Paix et respect de la vie de chacun
Paix à la fascination du feu,
Paix au lever du jour à la tombée de la nuit
Paix à celui qui marche sur les routes
Jusqu'aux horizons sans fin
Paix au cheval de labour
Paix aux âmes mal-nées qui enfantent des cauchemars
Paix aux rivières, aux mers, aux océans
Qui accouchent de poissons luisants de gas-oil
Paix à toi ma mère,
Dont le sourire douloureux s'efface auprès de tes enfants
Paix enfin à celui qui n'est plus
Et qui toute sa vie a trimé attendant des jours meilleurs
Paix, paix...
Lyrics translation
Peace to the one who screams because he sees clear peace to our sick minds, to our broken hearts peace to our tired, torn members peace to our degenerate generations peace to the great confusions of misery peace to the one who seeks by hitting his head against concrete walls peace to the wrath of the man who is hungry peace to hatred, to the rage of the oppressed peace to the one who works with his hands peace to this nature that has always given us the best of itself and whose every man regardless peace to you my friends, whose tenderness is a necessity to me peace and respect for the life of each peace to the fascination of fire, peace at dawn at dusk peace to the one who walks the roads to the endless horizons peace to the Plow Horse peace to the ill-born souls who give birth to nightmares peace to the rivers, the Seas, the oceans that give birth to sparkling fish of gas — oil peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world peace to the people of the world you, my mother, whose painful smile fades away from your children peace at last to the one who is no longer and who all his life has trimed waiting for Better Days peace, peace...