Sellers — Cane... Cane... Canebière song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cane... Cane... Canebière" by Sellers.
Lyrics
Aux quatre coins du monde, indiscutablement
On aime sa faconde et ses mille défauts charmants
Elle a la grâce brune des filles du midi
Il n’en existe qu’une, voilà pourquoi chez nous l’on dit:
On connaît dans chaque hémisphère
Notre Cane… Cane…Canebière
Et partout elle est populaire
Notre Cane… Cane…Canebière
Elle part du vieux port et sans effort
Coquin de sort, elle exagère
Elle finit au bout de la terre
Notre Cane… Cane…Canebière
Comment vous la décrire, son charme est sans pareil
Joyeuse elle s'étire comme un lézard au soleil
Internationale pour l’amour prend de l’air
Elle est la capitale des marins de l’univers
Il est né le divin enfant, il est né sur la Canebière
Il est né le divin enfant, il est né prés du fort Saint-Jean
Elle finit au bout de la terre
Notre Cane… Cane…Canebière
Lyrics translation
To the four corners of the world, unquestionably
We love its faconde and its thousand charming flaws
She has brown Grace from midday girls
There is only one, that is why we say:
We know in every hemisphere
Our Cane ... Cane ... Canebiere
And everywhere she is popular
Our Cane ... Cane ... Canebiere
She leaves the Old port and effortlessly
Naughty spell she exaggerates
It ends at the end of the Earth
Our Cane ... Cane ... Canebiere
How to describe it to you, its charm is unparalleled
Cheerful she stretches like a lizard in the sun
International For Love Takes air
It is the sailor's capital of the universe
He was born the Divine Child, he was born on the Canebiere
He was born the Divine Child, he was born near fort Saint John
It ends at the end of the Earth
Our Cane ... Cane ... Canebiere