Michel Fugain — Le petit soldat song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le petit soldat" by Michel Fugain.
Lyrics
Un petit soldat s’en va tout droit devant lui
il a gardé la fleur, jeté son fusil
il suit son rêve, sourire aux lèvres
il va chercher la paix
seul dans le vent léger d’un matin de mai
le petit soldat se siffle un joli refrain
qui fait lever les gens le long du chemin
tout un village part en voyage
toute une armée d’amis
qui pour l’entendre marchent derrière lui
la foule immense l'écoute et danse
mais il ne la voit pas, il suit son rêve, c’est «marche ou crève»
pour le petit soldat
rien ne ressemble au rêve qu’il poursuit,
mais cette foule qui marche derrière lui
c’est un chef d'œuvre, c’est comme un fleuve,
c’est tout un océan
c’est tout un monde qui le suit maintenant
la foule immense l'écoute et danse
mais il ne la voit pas,
il suit son rêve, c’est «marche ou crève»
pour le petit soldat
le petit soldat un jour a laissé tomber
il a jeté la fleur et s’est retourné
quel paysage, que ces visages
ces millions de voisins
d’hommes et de femmes qui sifflent son refrain
finie la route, finis les doutes,
il a trouvé la paix dans le sourire
la joie tranquille de ceux qui le suivaient
(Merci à Dandan pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
A little soldier goes straight ahead of him
he kept the flower, threw his rifle
he follows his dream, smile at the lips
he will seek peace
alone in the light wind of a May morning
the little soldier whistles a nice chorus
that makes people stand up along the way
a whole village goes on a trip
an army of friends
who to hear him walk behind him
huge crowd listening and dancing
but he does not see her, he follows his dream, it's " walk or die»
for the little soldier
nothing like the dream he pursues,
but this crowd that walks behind him
it's a masterpiece, it's like a river,
it's a whole ocean
it's a whole world following him now
huge crowd listening and dancing
but he doesn't see her,
he follows his dream, it's " walk or die»
for the little soldier
the little soldier one day dropped
he threw the flower and turned around
what a landscape, what these faces
these millions of neighbors
of men and women whistling his chorus
end the road, end the doubts,
he found peace in the smile
the quiet joy of those who followed him
(Thanks to Dandan for these words)