Paroles et traduction Gilbert Bécaud - Hermano

Hermano

Hermano, toi qui fus mon frère
Toi, de Madrid, te souviens tu
De nos soirs extraordinaire
Lorsque Madrid s'offrait nue
De lourdes portes aux marteaux d'argent
S'ouvraient pour nous
Leur vaste monde écrasé de chants
Et de danses
Et de vin de Valence
Hermano toi qui fus mon frère
Toi de Madrid, te souviens tu
Dans ce flamenco déchiré
Qu'un guitariste madrilène
Jouait de ses mains décharnées
Toi tu l'a regardais
Un poignard dans le coeur
Quand je l'ai emmenée
Je la revois belle et lointaine
Habillée de robe de sang
Sous le soleil
D'une lanterne
Je la revois
Dans la taverne
Déchainée comme un ouragan
Moi je la regardais
Une fleur dans le coeur
Quand je l'ai emmenée
Je n'ai pas vu
Que tu en pleurais
Je n'ai pas vu
Que tu en pleurais
Hermano toi qui fus mon frère
Toi de Madrid
Pardon

Brother

Brother, you who were my brother
You, from Madrid, do you remember
Our extraordinary evenings
When Madrid offered itself naked
Heavy doors with silver knockers
Opened for us
Their vast world overwhelmed by songs
And dances
And wine from Valencia
Brother, you who were my brother
You, from Madrid, do you remember
In this agonizing flamenco
That a guitarist from Madrid
Played with his emaciated hands
You watched him
A knife in your heart
When I took her away
I can still see her, beautiful and distant
Dressed in a blood-red dress
In the light
Of a lantern
I can see her again
In the tavern
Raging like a hurricane
I watched her
A flower in my heart
When I took her away
I didn't see
That you were crying
I didn't see
That you were crying
Brother, you who were my brother
You from Madrid
Forgive me