Gilbert Bécaud — Il S'en Va Mon Garçon song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il S'en Va Mon Garçon" by Gilbert Bécaud.
Lyrics
Il s’en va, mon garçon,
Il va quitter la maison.
A son tour de se battre,
D’entrer dans le grand théâtre.
Il n’a plus besoin de moi
Et il s’en va.
Il s’en va, mon garçon,
Chanter sa propre chanson.
Deux mouchoirs, trois chemises,
On a bouclé sa valise.
Maintenant il est pressé
De s’en aller.
Le voici comme un oiseau débutant
À son premier vol.
Étourdi par le printemps,
Il tourne la tête,
Il jette un dernier regard
Au revoir.
Il s’en va, mon garçon.
C'était ma belle saison,
Les Noëls et l'école,
Les vacances et la rougeole.
Voilà vingt ans de ma vie
Qui sont partis.
Je l’ai fait, mais je le connais si mal.
Entre nous, souvent il y avait des murailles.
Après tout, qui sait, il est peut-être génial,
L’animal.
Il s’en va, c’est la vie,
Vers ses amours, ses amis.
Ils vont bien rire ensemble.
Comme tout cela ressemble
À ce jour où, moi aussi,
Je suis parti!
Lyrics translation
He's leaving, boy.,
He's leaving the House.
It's his turn to fight,
To enter the grand Theatre.
He doesn't need me anymore.
And he's leaving.
He's leaving, boy.,
Sing your own song.
Two handkerchiefs, three shirts,
We packed his suitcase.
Now he's in a hurry
To leave.
Here it is like a Beginner Bird
On his first flight.
Stunned by spring,
He turns his head,
He takes one last look
Goodbye.
He's leaving, boy.
It was my beautiful season,
Christmas and school,
Holidays and measles.
That's twenty years of my life
Who left.
I did, but I know him so badly.
Between us, often there were walls.
After all, who knows, it may be great,
The animal.
He's leaving, it's life,
To his loves, his friends.
They'll laugh well together.
How it all looks
To this day, I too,
I'm gone!