Paroles et traduction Anne Sylvestre - Le petit sapin

Le petit sapin

C′était un petit sapin
Pique, pique, pique
C'était un petit sapin
Pique, pique bien
Il vivait dans la forêt
Entouré de grands arbres
Qui sans arrêt se moquaient
Et le trouvaient bien laid
Quand parfois il soupirait
"Vous avez cœur de marbre"
Les grands arbres s′agitaient
Et leurs branches riaient
C'était un petit sapin
Pique, pique, pique
C'était un petit sapin
Pique, pique bien
Quand un jour il demanda
Qu′enfin on lui explique
La raison de ses tracas
Il entendit cela
"Nous prenons feuilles au printemps
Toi, tu es plein de piques
Puisque tu es différent
Tu dois être méchant"
C′était un petit sapin
Pique, pique, pique
C'était un petit sapin
Pique, pique bien
Mais quand l′automne s'en vint
Que les feuilles jaunirent
Ils essayèrent en vain
De rester souverains
On vit le petit sapin
Tranquille et sans rien dire
Se dresser près du chemin
Plus vert chaque matin
C′était un petit sapin
Pique, pique, pique
C'était un petit sapin
Pique, pique bien
Sous la neige, au nouvel an
On le trouva superbe
Et s′il en fut bien content
Ne changea pas pourtant
Et quand vint le mois de mai
Son ombre était sur l'herbe
Pas plus grande, mais jamais
De lui on ne riait
C'était un petit sapin
Pique, pique, pique
C′était un petit sapin
Pique, pique bien
Si l′histoire finit bien
C'est qu′à propos de feuilles
On peut encore, c'est certain
Accepter son voisin
On pourrait aussi l′aimer
À condition qu'on veuille
Penser qu′on est tous plantés
Dans la même forêt
Comme le petit sapin
Pique, pique, pique
Comme le petit sapin
Pique, pique bien
Comme le petit sapin
Pique, pique, pique
Comme le petit sapin
Pique, pique bien

The little fir tree

It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly, prickly
It was a little fir tree
Pricky, prickly well
He lived in the forest
Surrounded by tall trees
Who made fun of him all the time
And thought he was very ugly
When sometimes he sighed
"Your hearts are made of marble"
The big trees shook
And their branches laughed
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly, prickly
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly well
When one day he asked
That finally someone explain to him
The reason for his worries
He heard this
"We take leaves in the spring
You are full of spikes
Since you are different
You must be wicked"
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly, prickly
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly well
But when autumn came
That the leaves turned yellow
They tried in vain
To remain sovereign
We saw the little fir tree
Quiet and without saying anything
Standing near the path
Greener every morning
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly, prickly
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly well
Under the snow, in the new year
We found it superb
And if he was very happy about it
Didn't change yet
And when the month of May came
His shadow was on the grass
No bigger, but never
We didn't laugh at him
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly, prickly
It was a little fir tree
Prickly, prickly well
If the story ends well
It's that about leaves
We can still, it's certain
Accept our neighbor
We could also love him
On condition that we want to
To think that we are all planted
In the same forest
Like the little fir tree
Prickly, prickly, prickly
Like the little fir tree
Prickly, prickly well
Like the little fir tree
Prickly, prickly, prickly
Like the little fir tree
Prickly, prickly well