Yves Duteil — Mon ami Cévenol song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mon ami Cévenol" by Yves Duteil.
Lyrics
Il existe une auberge deux pas d’une cole
Quelque part en pays Cvenol
Comme un vieux coeur de pierre, sur le flanc d’un rocher
Au milieu d’un village oubli
On y fait des festins mais celui qui les sert
Vous en parle si bien qu’au dessert
Il reste, au fond du coeur, un parfum d’amiti qui ressemble la flicit
Il vous ouvre sa vie, sa cave et son savoir
Et sa table est un livre d’histoires
La saveur de son vin, pareille son regard
Laisse autant de tendresse et d’espoir
Il nous a racont les mines abandonnes
Les maisons des valles dsertes
Les villages o les arbres et les lianes ont pouss
Sur les murs et les toits effondrs
Dans ce curieux dcor de forts ptrifies
O le temps semblait’s’tre arrt
Il restait par endroits des lambeaux du pass
Que les vents n’avaient pas disperss
De longues promenades en secrets changs
On tait un peu moins trangers
De ces jours de magie, de bonheurs partags
Il nous reste un grand vide combler
Mon ami Cvenol, tu m’as fait bien plaisir
Je n’ai que ma musique t’offrir
Je t’cris ces couplets dans ma tte, en secret
En hommage ton talent discret
N’aie pas peur de vieillir, ton bonheur est ici
Dans ces pierres o ton pre a grandi
Tu l’auras ton toile, un beau jour, c’est certain
Mais le ciel tout entier t’appartient.
Lyrics translation
There is a hostel two steps from a school
Somewhere in cvenol country
Like an old heart of stone, on the side of a rock
In the middle of a forgotten village
There are feasts but the one who serves them
Tell you so well that at dessert
There remains, at the bottom of the heart, a scent of amiti that resembles flicit
He opens his life, his cellar and his knowledge
And his table is a book of stories
The flavor of his wine, like his look
Leaves so much tenderness and hope
He told us about the abandoned mines
The Houses of the dsertes valleys
Villages where trees and lianas have fallen
On the walls and roofs collapses
In this curious dcor of strong ptrifies
O time seemed to be stopped
There remained in places shreds of the pass
That the winds had not dispersed
Long walks in secret changs
We were a little less foreign
Of these days of magic, of shared happiness
We still have a big gap to fill
My friend Cvenol, you did me good.
I only have my music to offer you
I'm yelling these words at you in my head, in secret.
As a tribute to your discreet talent
Don't be afraid to grow old, your happiness is here
In these stones where your pre has grown
You'll have your canvas, one fine day, that's for sure
But the whole sky belongs to you.