Renaud — Tonton song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tonton" by Renaud.
Lyrics
Bonhomme qui va austre
Au milieu des landes, des bruyres
Silhouette insolites
Bloc de granit
Tonton foule la terre
Lentement
Comme le temps
Le temps qui, pourtant, emporte
Les ides, les hommes et les amours mortes
Le temps qui lui reste
Dans la mme veste
Avant de n’tre plus
Qu’une statue
Un nom de rue
Il a son beau chapeau
Il a son long manteau
Il a son chien, le brave
Le gros qui bave
Il a le regard des sages
Il est la force tranquille, sereine
Il est comme un grand chne
Il sait la futilit
De toute chose
La douceur et La fragilit des roses
Bonhomme qui va austre
Au milieu des landes, des bruyres
Silhouette insolite
Bloc de granit
Tonton foule la terre
En sifflotant
Comme le vent
Le vent qui, pourtant, emporte
Son joli chapeau que le chien rapporte
Il est plein de bave
Ce n’est pas bien grave
Un chapeau a se lave
Mais a fait sale
Et tonton rle
Tonton est colre
Tout va de travers
L’Histoire, la gloire, tout foire
Parc’que ce soir
Le vieille homme a, c’est dur
Un caillou dans sa chaussure
Un vieux rhume qui dure
Et puis cette nuit, misre
Il a rv
Qu’un beau jour
La gauche revenait
Tonton s’en va A petits pas …
Lyrics translation
Man who goes austre
In the middle of the Moors, The Heath
Unusual Silhouette
Granite block
Uncle crowds the Earth
Slowly
Like time
The time that, however, takes away
Ides, men and Dead loves
The time he has left
In the Mrs. jacket
Before you're gone
That a statue
A street name
He's got his nice hat on.
He has his long coat
He has his dog, the brave one
The fat one drooling
He has the eyes of the wise
It is quiet, serene force
He is like a big chne
He knows the futility
Of everything
The softness and fragility of roses
Man who goes austre
In the middle of the Moors, The Heath
Unusual Silhouette
Granite block
Uncle crowds the Earth
Whistling
Like the wind
The wind that, however, carries away
His pretty hat the dog brings back
It's full of drool
It's not a big deal.
A hat has washes
But did dirty
And uncle rle
Uncle is colre
Everything goes wrong
History, glory, any fair
'Cause tonight
The old man has, it's hard
A pebble in his shoe
An old cold that lasts
And then tonight, misre
It has rv
What a beautiful day
The left was coming back
Uncle is leaving in small steps …