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
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 mileu 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 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 mileu 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
Lyrics translation
He was a shoemaker, without anything special in a village whose name escaped me who made shoes so pretty, so light that our lives seemed a little less heavy to wear it took time, talent and heart so he spent his life at the mercy of our hours and away from the beautiful speeches, great theories his task every day, we could say about him he changed life he was a teacher, a simple teacher who thought that knowledge was a great treasure that all but nothing had to get out of it the school and the right that everyone has to be educated there put time, talent and heart so spent his life at the mercy of our hours and away from the beautiful speeches, great theories has its task every day, we could say about him he changed life it was a little Bonhomme, nothing but a whole little Bonhomme malhabile and dreamy, a little missed in short believed himself useless, banished from other men he cried on his saxophone there he put so much of time, tears and pain the dreams of his life, the prisons of his heart and away from the beautiful speeches, great theories inspired day after day from his breath and his cries he changed life