Jacques Brel "L'Ostendaise" lyrics

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L'Ostendaise

Une Ostendaise (1)Pleure sur sa chaiseLe chat soupèseSon poids d'amourDans le silenceSon chagrin danseEt les vieux pensentChacun son tourA la cuisineQuelques voisinesParlent de ChineEt d'un retourA SingapourUne JavanaiseDevient belle-soeurDe l'Ostendaise

Il y a deux sortes de tempsY a le temps qui attendEt le temps qui espèreIl y a deux sortes de gensIl y a les vivantsEt ceux qui sont en mer

Notre OstendaiseQue rien n'apaiseDe chaises en chaisesVa sa blessureQuelques commèresQuelques compèresBattent le ferDe sa brisureSon capitaineSous sa bedaineDe bière pleineBat le tambourHomme de voilesHomme d'étoilesIl prend l'escalePour un détour

Il y a deux sortes de tempsY a le temps qui attendEt le temps qui espèreIl y a deux sortes de gensIl y a les vivantsEt ceux qui sont en mer

Notre OstendaiseAu temps des fraisesDevint maîtresseD'un pharmacienSon capitaineMort sous bedaineJoue les baleinesLes sous-marinsPourquoi ma douceMoi le faux mousseQue le temps pousseT'écrire de loinC'est que je t'aimeEt tant je t'aimeQu'ai peur ma reineD'un pharmacien

Il y a deux sortes de tempsY a le temps qui attendEt le temps qui espèreIl y a deux sortes de gensIl y a les vivantsEt moi je suis en mer.

The Ostend girl

An Ostend Girlweeps on her chair.The cat appraisesher weight of love.In the silenceher sadness dancesAnd the old onesponder in turn.In the kitchena few women1talk about Chinaand a returnto Singapore.A Javanese girlbecomes the sister in lawof the Ostend girl.

There are two sorts of time:there is the time that waitsand the time that hopes.There are two sorts of people:there are the livingand the ones who are at sea.

Our Ostend girlwhom nothing soothescarries her woundfrom chair to chair.A few gossipingmen and women2poke in turnat her broken heart3.Her captainunder his fat bellyfilled with beerbeats the drum.A man of sails,a man of stars,he puts infor a detour4.

There are two sorts of time:there is the time that waitsand the time that hopes.There are two sorts of people:there are the livingand the ones who are at sea.

Our Ostend grilas strawberries blossomedbecame the mistressof a pharmacist.Her captain,dead under his bellyis playing whale,playing submarine.Tell me, my sweetness,why I, the phoney ship's boygoaded by time(has to) write to you from afar?It's because I love you,and so great is my lovethat I am, my queen,afraid of a pharmacist.

There are two sorts of time:there is the time that waitsand the time that hopes.There are two sorts of people:there are the livingand me, I am at sea.

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