Текст и перевод песни Barbara - Coline

Coline

Coline, oh ma douce,
J′entends ton rire dans mes rêves.
Sur la pierre, il y aura mousse
Sans que ta voix en moi ne s'achève.
Coline, douce douce,
Devenue arbre sans sève,
Je ne saurai quel fou t′enlève
Pour chercher moisson là ou rien ne pousse.
En rêvant d'un Ange
Qui t'offrirait une rose,
Tu courrais légère
Loin des dangers. Overdose.
Tu aimais, oiseau ivre,
Aller vivre liberté,
Mais tu savais, mon oiseau sage,
En sol d′hiver, quel grain semer.
Coline, douce douce,
Un jour il est venu l′Ange.
Ses yeux brume, sa voix brève
T'ont fascinée, douceurs étranges.
Coline, sans comprendre,
J′ai vu se tenir ton aube claire.
J'ai vu sans t′entendre
Tes douceurs devenir colère.
Tu as suivi l'Ange.
T′a-t-il offert une rose?
Et toi, en échange,
Tout accepté: overdose.
Tu voulais, mon oiseau sage,
Aller vivre liberté
Et tu es partie, oiseau ivre,
Poussière d'Ange t'enfermer.
Coline, oh ma douce,
Pourquoi mourir à quinze ans?
Coline,
J′entends ton rire.
Coline,
Pourquoi mourir à quinze ans?
Coline,
J′entends ton rire qui s'en va, lent...

Coline

Coline, oh my sweet,
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
On the stone, there will be moss
Without your voice in me ending.
Coline, sweet sweet,
Having become a tree without sap,
I will not know what madman takes you away
To seek harvest where nothing grows.
Dreaming of an Angel
Who would offer you a rose,
You would run light
Far from danger. Overdose.
You loved, drunken bird,
To go live free,
But you knew, my wise bird,
In winter soil, what grain to sow.
Coline, sweet sweet,
One day the Angel came.
His eyes mist, his voice brief
Fascinated you, strange sweetnesses.
Coline, without understanding,
I saw your clear dawn break.
I saw without hearing you
Your sweetness become anger.
You followed the Angel.
Did he offer you a rose?
And you, in exchange,
Accepted everything: overdose.
You wanted, my wise bird,
To go live free
And you left, drunken bird,
Angel dust to imprison you.
Coline, oh my sweet,
Why die at fifteen?
Coline,
I hear your laughter.
Coline,
Why die at fifteen?
Coline,
I hear your laughter fading, slow...