Serge Lama — Les glycines song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les glycines" by Serge Lama.
Lyrics
Sur les murs y’avaient des glycines
Sur les murs y’avaient des glycines
Toi tu portais un tablier bleu
Toi tu portais un tablier
Toujours le nez dans tes bassines
Toujours le nez dans tes bassines
En ce temps-l on se parlait peu
En ce temps-l on se taisait
C’est pas de l’amour pauvre Martha
C’est pas de l’amour mais § a viendra
Para®t que cousin et cousine
Para®t que cousin et cousine
Ca ne doit pas s’aimer d’amour non
Ca ne doit pas parler d’amour
Alors on parlait du beau temps,
De la pluie et des fleurs des champs
De la vendange et du labour mais
On ne parlait jamais d’amour
C’est pas de l’amour pauvre Martha
C’est pas de l’amour mais § a viendra
Puis je suis parti en usine
Puis je suis parti en usine
Je ne voulais pas Єtre fermier moi
Je voudrais Єtre le premier
Merci beaucoup petit Jesus
J’ai bien manger et j’ai bien bu Je suis aim© ou respect© moi
On me dit «vous» pour me parler
C’est pas de l’amour pauvre Martha
C’est pas de l’amour mais § a viendra
Pourtant quand je vois des glycines
Pourtant quand je vois des glycines
J’ai envie de les arracher moi
J’ai envie de les arracher
Para®t que t’aurais eu deux filles
Qui font partie de ma famille
Mais comme l’amour ne me dis plus rien
Elles n’auront jamais de cousins
C’est pas de l’amour pauvre Martha
C’est pas de la haine mais § a viendra
Lyrics translation
On the walls there were wisteria
On the walls there were wisteria
You were wearing a Blue Apron.
You were wearing an apron.
Always the nose in your basins
Always the nose in your basins
At that time-we spoke little to each other
At that time we were silent
It's not love, Poor Martha.
It's not love but § a will come
Para ® t Than cousin and cousin
Para ® t Than cousin and cousin
It doesn't have to love each other no love
It doesn't have to talk about love.
So we were talking about the good weather,
Rain and flowers of the fields
Harvest and plowing but
We never talked about love
It's not love, Poor Martha.
It's not love but § a will come
Then I went to the factory
Then I went to the factory
I didn't want to be a farmer myself
I would like to be the first
Thank you very much little Jesus
I eat well and I drink Well I am aim or respect me
They call me " you " to talk to me
It's not love, Poor Martha.
It's not love but § a will come
Yet when I see wisteria
Yet when I see wisteria
I want to rip them off myself
I want to rip them off
I thought you'd have two daughters.
Who are part of my family
But as love does not tell me anything
They'll never have cousins
It's not love, Poor Martha.
It's not hate but § a will come