Lyrics and translation Guy Béart - V'là l'joli vent

V'là l'joli vent

Derrière chez nous y a un étang,
Trois beaux canards s'y vont nageant.
Y en a deux noirs, y en a un blanc.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'appelle.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'attend.
Le fils du roi s'en va chassant
Avec son grand fusil d'argent;
Mire le noir et tue le blanc.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'appelle.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'attend.
O fils du roi, tu es méchant
D'avoir tué mon canard blanc.
Par-dessous l'aile il perd son sang.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'appelle.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'attend.
Par les yeux lui sort des diamants
Et par le bec l'or et l'argent.
Toutes ses plumes s'envolent au vent.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'appelle.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'attend.
Trois dames s'en vont les ramassant.
C'est pour en faire un lit de camp
Pour y coucher tous les passants.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'appelle.
V'là l'bon vent, v'là l'joli vent,
V'là l'bon vent, ma mie m'attend.

V'là l'joli vent

Behind our house, there's a pond,
Where three handsome ducks are swimming.
Two of them are black, one is white.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling calls me.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling waits for me.
The king's son goes hunting
With his great silver gun;
He aims at the black and kills the white.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling calls me.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling waits for me.
Oh son of the king, you are wicked
To have killed my white duck.
Beneath its wing, it bleeds to death.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling calls me.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling waits for me.
Through its eyes, diamonds fall
And through its beak, gold and silver.
All its feathers fly away in the wind.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling calls me.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling waits for me.
Three ladies go to gather them up.
It's to make a camp bed
Where all passersby can sleep.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling calls me.
There's the fair wind, there's the pretty wind,
There's the fair wind, my darling waits for me.