Jean-Jacques Goldman — Il changeait la vie song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il changeait la vie" by Jean-Jacques Goldman.
Lyrics
LA TROUPE DE ROBIN DES BOIS
C'était un cordonnier, sans rien d’particulier
Dans un village dont le nom m’a échappé
Qui faisait des souliers si jolis, si légers
Que nos vies semblaient un peu moins lourdes à porter
Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du cœur
Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures
Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories
À sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui
Il changeait la vie
C'était un professeur, un simple professeur
Qui pensait que savoir était un grand trésor
Que tous les moins que rien n’avaient pour s’en sortir
Que l'école et le droit qu’a chacun de s’instruire
Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du cœur
Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures
Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories
A sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui
Il changeait la vie
C'était un p’tit bonhomme, rien qu’un tout p’tit bonhomme
Malhabile et rêveur, un peu loupé en somme
Se croyait inutile, banni des autres hommes
Il pleurait sur son saxophone
Il y mit tant de temps, de larmes et de douleur
Les rêves de sa vie, les prisons de son cœur
Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories
Inspiré jour après jour de son souffle et de ses cris
Il changeait la vie
Il changeait la vie
Il changeait la vie
Il changeait la vie
Il changeait la vie
Il changeait, il changeait la vie
Il changeait la vie
Il changeait la vie
Lyrics translation
THE ROBIN HOOD CREW
He was a shoemaker, without anything special
In a village whose name has eluded me
Who made shoes so pretty, so light
That our lives seemed a little less burdensome to carry
It took time, talent and heart
So spent his life in the middle of our hours
And far from fine speeches, great theories
At his task every day, one could say about him
He changed life
He was a teacher, a simple teacher
Who thought knowing was a great treasure
That all the less than nothing had to get away with
That the school and the right of everyone to be educated
It took time, talent and heart
So spent his life in the middle of our hours
And far from fine speeches, great theories
At his task every day, one could say about him
He changed life
It was a little bonhomme, nothing but a little bonhomme
Malhabile and dreamy, a little missed in short
Thought himself useless, banished from other men
He was crying over his saxophone
It took so much time, tears and pain
The dreams of his life, the prisons of his heart
And far from fine speeches, great theories
Inspired day after day by his breath and his cries
He changed life
He changed life
He changed life
He changed life
He changed life
He changed, he changed life
He changed life
He changed life