Georges Moustaki — Le Temps De Nos Guitares song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Temps De Nos Guitares" by Georges Moustaki.
Lyrics
Au joli temps de nos guitares
Brassens criait «Gare au gorille !»
Sacha parlait de sa famille
Maxime était né quelque part
Dylan était comme pierre qui roule
Et Brel faisait valser Vesoul
Paco rythmait «A galopar»
Au temps joli de nos guitares
Au joli temps de nos guitares
Leclerc chantait «Moi, mes souliers»
Lemarque «Un petit cordonnier»
Danal fredonnait «Le soudard»
Coluche ressuscitait Bruant
Joël était adolescent
C'était Ferrat, c'était Béart
Le temps joli de nos guitares
Au temps joli de nos guitares
Aufray chantait «Santiano»
Ricet à la servante du chatiau (dans ses gros sabiaux)
C'était Perret, Sylvestre et Var
Robert venait de Montréal
Et Jacques de son Douai natal
C'était Gainsbourg avant Gainsbarre
Le temps joli de nos guitares
Au joli temps de nos guitares
Brassens criait «Gare au gorille !»
Sacha parlait de sa famille
Maxime était né quelque part
Henri chantait sa chanson douce
C'était lui notre maître à tous
Moi, je vivais comme un lézard
Au temps joli de nos guitares
Il y en avait tant et tant
Que j’en oublie, c’est évident
Que l’on pardonne à ma mémoire
Du temps joli de nos guitares
Du temps joli de nos guitares
Du temps joli de nos guitares
Lyrics translation
At the beautiful time of our guitars
Brassens shouted " Stop The Gorilla !»
Sacha was talking about her family.
Maxime was born somewhere
Dylan was like Rolling Stone
And Brel waltzed Vesoul
Paco rythmait " a gallopar»
At the beautiful time of our guitars
At the beautiful time of our guitars
Leclerc sang " me, my shoes»
Lemarque " a small Shoemaker»
Danal hummed " the soldier»
Coluche resurrected Sparrow
Joel was a teenager
It was Ferrat, it was Béart
The beautiful time of our guitars
At the beautiful time of our guitars
Aufray sang " Santiano»
Ricet to the servant of the chatiau (in his big sabiaux)
It was Perret, Sylvestre and Var
Robert came from Montreal
And Jacques of his native Douai
It was Gainsbourg before Gainsbarre
The beautiful time of our guitars
At the beautiful time of our guitars
Brassens shouted " Stop The Gorilla !»
Sacha was talking about her family.
Maxime was born somewhere
Henri sang his sweet song
He was our master to all
I lived like a lizard
At the beautiful time of our guitars
There were so many
That I forget, it's obvious
May one forgive my memory
Beautiful time of our guitars
Beautiful time of our guitars
Beautiful time of our guitars