Paroles et traduction Sáez - Les enfants paradis

Les enfants paradis

Ils étaient des sourires, ils étaient des sanglots
Ils étaient de ces rires que font les chants d'oiseaux
Ils étaient des matins quand on va bord de mer
Ils étaient cœur chagrin, ils étaient cœur lumière
Ils étaient des poèmes, Ils étaient des oiseaux
Ils étaient des je t'aime qu'on dit bord du ruisseau
Ils étaient du café, ils étaient du bistrot
Ils étaient étrangers, ils étaient sans drapeau
Ils étaient de Paris, ils étaient de province
Ils étaient cœurs de pluie qui font cœurs qui grincent

Ils étaient pleins de vie, avaient l'œil du printemps
Ils étaient cœurs qui rient quand le ciel est pleurant
Ils étaient des promesses, ils étaient devenir
Ils étaient bien trop jeunes oui pour devoir partir
Ils étaient fils d'Orient ou fils de l'Occident
Enfants du paradis, enfants du Bataclan
Ils étaient cœur français ou international
Ils étaient la rosée qui pleure de sous le châle
Ils étaient des promesses, ils étaient des bourgeons
Qui font monter tristesse, ils étaient des chansons

Ils étaient des familles, ils étaient des amis
Ils étaient ce qui brille dans le ciel de la nuit
Ils étaient amoureux ceux qui se sont blottis
L'un contre l'autre à deux, contre la tyrannie
Ils étaient comme toi, ils étaient comme moi
Ils n'étaient pas guerriers mais sont morts au combat
Ils étaient cœur d'amour, ils étaient cœur qui bat
Puis qui battra toujours même en-dessous la croix
Ils étaient ces amis que je connaissais pas
Ils étaient mon pays et puis le tien je crois

Ils resteront Paris, Paris se souviendra
Toujours de ces amis la lumière brillera
Ils s'appelaient je t'aime, ils s'appelaient jeunesse
Ils s'appelaient poème, ils s'appelaient tendresse
Ils s'appelaient frangine, ils s'appelaient frangin
Ils s'appelaient gamine, ils s'appelaient gamin
Ils s'appelaient la joie et puis la non violence
Ils s'appelaient je crois les enfants de la France
De tout les horizons puis de tous les prénoms
Ils s'appelaient amour, s'appelaient l'horizon

Ils s'appelaient Jacques Brel puis je crois Barbara
Ils s'appelaient le ciel, ils s'appelaient pourquoi
Toujours ici sommeil l'horreur au creux du bois
Qui rejoint l'éternel va l'innocent je crois
Ils étaient poing levé, ils étaient nos concerts
Ils étaient cœurs serrés oui face aux tortionnaires
Ils étaient cœur d'œillets, des fleurs face au fusil
À nos cœurs endeuillés nous pleurons nos amis
À l'innocent qu'on tue, oui, tombé sous les balles
Au soldat inconnu sous l'horreur des mitrailles

Si sont les lettres mortes, les cantiques du chagrin
Puisque frappe à la porte les plaines de Verdun
Si sont tombés ce soir, en ce vendredi noir
Les frères de mon pays, nous laissant désespoir
Mon pays ta culture est morte, assassinée
Mais tu sais ma culture non ne mourra jamais
Toi mon pays Molière, toi mon pays Vinci
Toi mon pays Voltaire, toi mon pays Valmy
Toi mon pays la Terre, toi mon pays Paris
Toi mon pays par terre, relève-toi mon pays

Toi mon pays lumière, toi mon pays la vie
Mon pays littéraire, mon pays triste vie
Toi mon pays mes frères, toi frère de mon pays
Comme on chérit sa mère, on chérit sa patrie

The Children of Paradise

They were smiles, they were sobs
They were like the laughter in the songs of birds
They were like mornings spent by the sea
They were hearts of sorrow, they were hearts of light
They were poems, they were birds in flight
They were "I love you's" whispered by the stream
They were coffee, they were the corner bistro's gleam
They were strangers, without a flag to claim
They were from Paris, they were from the countrysideThey were hearts of rain that made other hearts creak and hide
They were hearts of rain that made other hearts creak and hide

They were full of life, with eyes like spring so bright
They were hearts that laughed when the sky was filled with tears
They were promises, they were the future's hold
They were far too young, yes, to have their stories told
They were sons of the East or sons of the West
Children of paradise, children of the Bataclan
They were hearts of France or hearts without a land
They were the dew that cries from beneath the shawl
They were promises, they were buds about to bloom
That make sadness rise, they were a beautiful tune

They were families, they were friends so dear
They were the stars that shimmer in the night sky clear
They were lovers, those who huddled close and tight
Against each other, two souls, against the tyrant's might
They were like you, they were like me, you see
They were not warriors, but died in the fight, so free
They were hearts of love, they were hearts that beat
And will forever beat, even beneath the cross we meet
They were those friends I never came to know
They were my country, and yours too, I believe it's so

They will remain Paris, Paris will remember
Always these friends, their light will forever glimmer
Their names were "I love you," their names were youth's embrace
Their names were poems, their names were tenderness and grace
Their names were sister, their names were brother's call
Their names were little girl, their names were little boy, standing tall
Their names were joy, and non-violence's plea
They were, I believe, the children of the land of the free
From all horizons, with names of every sound
Their names were love, their names were horizons found

Their names were Jacques Brel and, I believe, Barbara too
Their names were the sky, their names were the "why" we pursue
Horror sleeps here forever, in the woods' deep hollow
The innocent, I believe, joins the eternal flow
They were raised fists, they were our concerts' sound
They were hearts clenched tight, facing tormentors all around
They were hearts of carnations, flowers against the gun
With our hearts bereaved, we mourn each precious one
To the innocent slain, yes, fallen under fire's rain
To the unknown soldier, under the horror, the shrapnel's pain

If these are dead letters, hymns of sorrow and despair
Since Verdun's plains knock at the door, a burden to bear
If they fell tonight, on this Friday so black
The brothers of my country, leaving us on the attack
My country, your culture is dead, assassinated it lies
But you know, my culture, no, it will never die
You, my country of Molière, you, my country of Da Vinci's hand
You, my country of Voltaire, you, my country, Valmy's stand
You, my country of Earth, you, my country of Paris's grace
You, my country on the ground, rise up, my country, take your place

You, my country of light, you, my country of life's embrace
My literary country, my country of sadness and grace
You, my country, my brothers, you, brother of my native land
As we cherish our mothers, so we cherish our homeland's hand