Paroles et traduction Marcel Martel - L'hiver a chassé l'hirondelle

L'hiver a chassé l'hirondelle

L'hiver sombre s'avance adieu nos belles nuits
D'amour et d'espérance les beaux jours nous ont fui
Nous n'irons plus madonne dans les sentiers fleuris
Car les feuilles frissonnent Dans nos rosiers fleuris

L'hiver a chassé l'hirondelle l'hiver a chassé nos beaux jours
Mais de notre coeur ô ma belle l'hiver n'a pu chasser l'amour

Adieu tapis de mousse petit ruisseau adieu
Votre plainte si douce remonte vers les cieux
Et vous charmant bocage nous vous disons adieu
Que votre doux ramage remonte vers les cieux

L'hiver a chassé l'hirondelle l'hiver a chassé nos beaux jours
Mais de notre coeur ô ma belle l'hiver n'a pu chasser l'amour

L'hirondelle frileuse quittant nos durs climats
S'en va folle oublieuse dans de plus doux climats
Enfin la violette au parfum les plus doux
On entendra peut–être gazouiller parmi les loups

L'hiver a chassé l'hirondelle l'hiver a chassé nos beaux jours
Mais de notre coeur ô ma belle l'hiver n'a pu chasser l'amour

Winter has chased away the swallow

The dark winter approaches, farewell to our beautiful nights
Of love and hope, the good days have fled from us
We will no more, my lady, walk in the flowery paths
For the leaves are shivering on our blooming rosebushes

Winter has chased away the swallow, winter has chased away our good days
But from our hearts, oh my beloved, winter has not been able to chase away love

Farewell mossy carpet, little stream, farewell
Your sweet lament rises to the heavens
And you, charming grove, we bid you farewell
May your sweet song rise to the heavens

Winter has chased away the swallow, winter has chased away our good days
But from our hearts, oh my beloved, winter has not been able to chase away love

The shivering swallow, leaving our harsh climate
Goes mad, forgetful, to milder climates
At last, the violet with the sweetest perfume
We will perhaps hear twittering among the wolves

Winter has chased away the swallow, winter has chased away our good days
But from our hearts, oh my beloved, winter has not been able to chase away love