Jean Ferrat — Au bout de mon âge song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Au bout de mon âge" by Jean Ferrat.
Lyrics
Au bout de mon ge, qu’aurais-je trouv?
Vivre est un village o j’ai mal rv Je me sens pareil au premier lourdeau
Qu’encore merveille le chant des oiseaux
Les gens de ma sorte, il en est beaucoup
Savent-ils qu’ils portent une pierre au cou?
Au bout de mon ge, qu’aurais-je trouv?
Vivre est un village o j’ai mal rv Pour eux les miroirs, c’est le plus souvent
Sans mme s’y voir qu’ils passent devant
Ils n’ont pas le sens de ce qu’est leur vie
C’est une innocence que je leur envie
Au bout de mon ge, qu’aurais-je trouv?
Vivre est un village o j’ai mal rv Tant pour le plaisir que la posie
Je croyais choisir et j’tais choisi
Je me croyais libre sur un fil d’acier
Quand tout quilibre vient du balancier
Au bout de mon ge, qu’aurais-je trouv?
Vivre est un village o j’ai mal rv Il m’a fallu natre et mourir s’en suit
J’tais fait pour n’tre que ce que je suis
Une saison d’homme entre deux mares
Quelque chose comme un chant gar
Au bout de mon ge, qu’aurais-je trouv?
Vivre est un village o j’ai mal rv.
Lyrics translation
At the end of my age, what would I have found?
Living is a village where I hurt rv I feel like the first lourdeau
How wonderful is the song of birds
People of my kind, there are a lot of them
Do they know they carry a stone around their neck?
At the end of my age, what would I have found?
Living is a village o I have rv hurt for them mirrors, this is most often
Without Madame seeing that they pass by
They have no sense of what their life is
It's an innocence that I envy them
At the end of my age, what would I have found?
Living is a village where I hurt rv both for pleasure and posie
I thought I was choosing and I was silent.
I thought I was free on a steel wire.
When all balance comes from the balance
At the end of my age, what would I have found?
Living is a village where I hurt rv it took me natre and Die follows
I keep quiet for what I am
A man's season between two seas
Something like a singing gar
At the end of my age, what would I have found?
Living is a village where I have rv hurt.