Francis Cabrel "Le petit gars" lyrics

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Le petit gars

Derrière la rivière du pèreOn voyait s'agiter la citéEt faner les fleurs solitairesDans les parterres grillagésLe petit gars là-haut sur sa collineVenait les contempler en paix...

Ces enfants qui jouent en plein airEntre la route et la voie ferréeIls vont finir par manquer d'airOu ils vont s'électrocuterLe petit gars là-haut sur sa collineVenait les contempler en paix...

Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rienAllongé sous les arbres il se trouvait bienAttendant tranquille la récolte du vin

A quoi servent leurs belles manièresSi leurs mots sont empoisonnésA quoi servent leurs têtes fièresPuisqu'ils marchent le dos courbéLe petit gars là-haut sur la collineVenait les contempler en paix.

Mais derrière la rivière du pèreOn voyait s'agiter la citéEt tourner les ogres d'affairesDans les tours de verre climatiséesLe petit gars là-haut sur la collineVenait les contempler en paix.

Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rienAllongé sous les arbres il se trouvait bienAttendant tranquille que cuise son pain.

Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rienOù s'en vont mourir ces pauvres pantinsAllongés sous les arbres ils seraient si bienAttendant tranquilles que coule le vin.

The little guy

Behind the father’s riverThe city could be seen bustlingAnd the solitary flower wiltingIn the fenced flowerbedsThe little guy up there on his hillCame to contemplate them in peace…

These children who play outdoorsBetween the road and the railwayThey’ll end up gasping for airOr they’re going to get electrocutedThe little guy up there on his hillCame to contemplate them in peace…

But the little guy didn’t understand anythingStretched out under the trees he was comfortableWaiting calmly for the wine harvest

What good are their beautiful mannersIf their words are poisonedWhat good are their proud headsWhen they walk with their backs bentThe little guy up there on his hillCame to contemplate them in peace…

But behind the father’s riverThe city could be seen bustlingAnd the ogres of business turning roundIn the air-conditioned glass towersThe little guy up there on his hillCame to contemplate them in peace…

But the little guy didn’t understand anythingStretched out under the trees he was comfortableWaiting calmly for his bread to bake

But the little guy didn’t understand anythingWhere are they going to die these poor puppetsStretched out under the trees they would be so comfortableWaiting calmly for the wine to flow

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