Текст песни и перевод на английский Anne Sylvestre - Il s'appelait Richard

Il s'appelait Richard

On a vu le chef de gare
Boitillant le long du quai
Crier Larguez les amarres!
A un train qui s′en allait
Il y avait comme un rêve
Dessous sa casquette bleue
Et le quai, comme une grève
Roulait des vagues sous ses yeux
Il y avait un enfant
Qui rêvait souvent
Rêvait tout le temps
Qui rêvait de voyages
Rêvait de naufrages
Et de vent sauvage
Il s'appelait Richard
Et dans la marge de ses cahiers
En pensant à plus tard
Il dessinait de beaux voiliers
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Quand il eut quatorze ans
Déjà ne pouvant
Rester plus longtemps
Il a pris son bagage
A gagné le large
Et un équipage
Il s′appelait Richard
Il fut le mousse d'un beau voilier
Grand comme son espoir
Bien plus beau que sur ses cahiers
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Quand on est un enfant
On croit que le vent
Vous aime vraiment
Mais un jour de tempête
Il tomba, c'est bête
Et finie la fête
Il s′appelait Richard
Sa jambe ne s′est pas recollée
Trop tard!
C'était trop tard
Lui fallut quitter les voiliers
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
On a vu le chef de gare
Boitillant le long du quai
Crier Larguez les amarres!
À un train qui s′en allait
Je voudrais qu'on lui pardonne
Et qu′on ne rie pas de lui
Il n'en parlait à personne
Mais en rêvait toutes les nuits
Et si l′enfant Richard
A perdu l'espoir
Au fond d'une gare
Il était mon arrière
Arrière-grand-père
Moi aussi, j′espère
Je suis comme Richard
Et dans la marge de mes chansons
Et comme par hasard
Je mets des voiliers sans raison

His Name Was Richard

We saw the station master
Limping along the platform
Yelling Cast off the mooring lines!
To a train that was leaving
There was like a dream
Under his blue cap
And the platform, like a beach
Rolling waves under his eyes
There was a child
Who often dreamed
Dreamed all the time
Who dreamed of journeys
Dreamed of shipwrecks
And of wild wind
His name was Richard
And in the margin of his notebooks
Thinking of later
He drew beautiful sailing ships
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
When he was fourteen years old
Already unable to
Stay any longer
He packed his bags
Set sail
And a crew
His name was Richard
He was the cabin boy on a beautiful sailing ship
As big as his hope
Much more beautiful than on his notebooks
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
When you're a child
You believe that the wind
Really loves you
But one stormy day
He fell, it's stupid
And the party was over
His name was Richard
His leg could not be reattached
Too late!
It was too late
He had to leave the sailing ships
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
We saw the station master
Limping along the platform
Yelling Cast off the mooring lines!
To a train that was leaving
I would like people to forgive him
And not laugh at him
He never talked about it to anyone
But dreamed about it every night
And if the child Richard
Has lost hope
At the bottom of a station
He was my great
Great-grandfather
I, too, hope
I am like Richard
And in the margin of my songs
And as if by chance
I put sailing ships without reason