Helen Merrill - Pierre - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Helen Merrill - Pierre




Pierre
Pierre
Il pleut,
It's raining,
Il pleut,
It's raining,
Sur les jardins alanguis,
On alanguis gardens,
Sur les roses de la nuit,
Roses on the night,
Il pleut des larmes de pluie,
It's raining tears of rain,
Il pleut,
It's raining,
Et j'entends le clapotis,
And I hear the sound,
Du bassin qui se remplit,
Basin which is filled,
Oh mon Dieu, que c'est joli,
Oh my God, it is pretty,
La pluie,
The rain
Quand Pierre rentrera,
When Pierre returns,
Il faut que je lui dise,
I have to say,
Que le toit de la remise,
That the roof of the shed,
A fui,
A leaked
Il faut qu'il rentre du bois,
He must come home from wood,
Car il commence à faire froid,
As it starts to get cold,
Ici,
Here,
Oh, Pierre,
Oh, Pierre,
Mon Pierre,
My Peter
Sur la campagne endormie,
Asleep on the campaign,
Le silence et puis un cri,
The silence and then a scream,
Ce n'est rien, un oiseau de la nuit,
This is nothing, a bird of the night,
Qui fuit,
Leaking,
Que c'est beau cette pénombre,
How beautiful this darkness,
Le ciel, le feu et l'ombre,
The sky, fire and shadow,
Qui se glisse jusqu'à moi,
Which fits up to me,
Sans bruit,
Without noise,
Une odeur de foin coupé,
A smell of cut hay,
Monte de la terre mouillée,
Rising from the moist earth
Une auto descend l'allée,
A car comes down the aisle
C'est lui,
He is
Oh, Pierre,
Oh, Pierre,
Pierre...
Pierre ...
(English version)
(English version)
It's raining,
It's raining,
It's raining,
It's raining,
On alanguis gardens,
On alanguis gardens,
Roses on the night,
Roses on the night,
It's raining tears of rain,
It's raining tears of rain,
It's raining,
It's raining,
And I hear the sound,
And I hear the sound,
Basin which is filled,
Basin which is filled,
Oh my God, it is pretty,
Oh my God, it is pretty,
The rain
The rain
When Pierre returns,
When Pierre returns,
I have to say,
I have to say,
That the roof of the shed,
That the roof of the shed,
A leaked
A leaked
He must come home from wood,
He must come home from wood,
As it starts to get cold,
As it starts to get cold,
Here,
Here,
Oh, Pierre,
Oh, Pierre,
My Peter
My Peter
Asleep on the campaign,
Asleep on the campaign,
The silence and then a scream,
The silence and then a scream,
This is nothing, a bird of the night,
This is nothing, a bird of the night,
Leaking,
Leaking,
How beautiful this darkness,
How beautiful this darkness,
The sky, fire and shadow,
The sky, fire and shadow,
Which fits up to me,
Which fits up to me,
Without noise,
Without noise,
A smell of cut hay,
A smell of cut hay,
Rising from the moist earth
Rising from the moist earth
A car comes down the aisle
A car comes down the aisle
He is
He is
Oh, Pierre,
Oh, Pierre,
Pierre ...
Pierre ...





Writer(s): Monique Andree Serf


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