Lyrics and translation Michel Delpech - Rimbaud chanterait

Rimbaud chanterait

Il écrivait sur des morceaux d'azur
Sur les étangs sur les forêts
Il écrivait sur le vent sur les murs
Mais aujourd'hui il chanterait
Rimbaud chanterait les mains tendues
Rimbaud chanterait les bras en croix
Rimbaud chanterait le temps venu
Un soleil dans le coeur un sanglot dans la voix
Là devant la foule il chanterait
Comme un oiseau libre il chanterait
Et toute la foule sifflerait
Mais Rimbaud chanterait
Mais Rimbaud chanterait
Il t'a laissé des mots venus du coeur
Pour ne pas mourir tout à fait
Lui l'homme fou l'ami le déserteur
Aujourd'hui comme il chanterait
Rimbaud chanterait les mains tendues
Rimbaud chanterait les bras en croix
Rimbaud chanterait le temps venu
Un soleil dans le coeur un sanglot dans la voix
Là devant la foule il chanterait
Comme un oiseau libre il chanterait
Et toute la foule sifflerait
Devant toi tu verrais
Un bateau qui se noie
Un bateau qui se noie
Et Rimbaud chanterait
Rimbaud chanterait le poing levé
Rimbaud chanterait le coeur serré
Rimbaud chanterait la liberté
Et l'amour et l'enfer
Et le fleuve et la mer
Là devant la foule il chanterait
Comme un oiseau libre il chanterait
Et toute la foule sifflerait
Mais Rimbaud chanterait
Mais Rimbaud chanterait

Rimboud Would Sing

He wrote on pieces of azure
On ponds, on forests
He wrote on the wind, on the walls
But today he would sing
Rimbaud would sing of outstretched hands
Rimbaud would sing of arms crossed
Rimbaud would sing of the time to come
A sun in his heart, a sob in his voice
There, before the crowd, he would sing
Like a free bird, he would sing
And the whole crowd would whistle
But Rimbaud would sing
But Rimbaud would sing
He left you words from his heart
So you wouldn't die completely
He, the madman, the friend, the deserter
Today, how he would sing
Rimbaud would sing of outstretched hands
Rimbaud would sing of arms crossed
Rimbaud would sing of the time to come
A sun in his heart, a sob in his voice
There, before the crowd, he would sing
Like a free bird, he would sing
And the whole crowd would whistle
Before your eyes, you would see
A drowning ship
A drowning ship
And Rimbaud would sing
Rimbaud would sing with his fist raised
Rimbaud would sing with his heart heavy
Rimbaud would sing of freedom
And love and hell
And the river and the sea
There, before the crowd, he would sing
Like a free bird, he would sing
And the whole crowd would whistle
But Rimbaud would sing
But Rimbaud would sing