Paroles de la chanson Petite siréne (Traduction) par Francis Cabrel
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Paroles de la chanson Petite siréne (Traduction) par Francis Cabrel
Don't cry little mermaid,
the city is still sleeping;
your story has barely begun.
Don't cry little mermaid,
outside the day is waiting
in the mist of the fountains (or: in the fountain's mist).
This morning is so clear,
this silence is so soft,
conversations float in the air,
the whole world has a place to be.
The night is gone,
{{etched on our cheeks}} ?? NO IDEA!
the city is still sleeping;
your story has barely begun.
Don't cry little mermaid,
outside the day is waiting
in the mist of the fountains (or: in the fountain's mist).
This morning is so clear,
this silence is so soft,
conversations float in the air,
the whole world has a place to be.
The night is gone,
{{etched on our cheeks}} ?? NO IDEA!
you rip it away in a streak (flash?) of light,
and suddenly it's life
suddenly it's life.
It shows (or: I see) that you come from the home of angels;
you are as beautiful as any of them.
It shows (I see) that our ways bother you,
and those lights everywhere,
all those ghosts that touch you,
those hands that shake you,
this puff of cold air in your mouth.
Here you come, like a queen,
at the break of day,
within its porcelain echo,
your cry for help,
and suddenly it's life
suddenly it's life.
It shows (or: I see) that you come from the home of angels;
you are as beautiful as any of them.
It shows (I see) that our ways bother you,
and those lights everywhere,
all those ghosts that touch you,
those hands that shake you,
this puff of cold air in your mouth.
Here you come, like a queen,
at the break of day,
within its porcelain echo,
your cry for help,
like a signal that starts
time which flees in its turn,
first the hours, the days, the weeks,
And then the years of love .
time which flees in its turn,
first the hours, the days, the weeks,
And then the years of love .
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