Текст и перевод песни Bernard Lavilliers - Marin

Marin

J'ai ramené des cicatrices et des parfums qu'existaient pas
Quelques mystères et maléfices, de retour à Fortaleza
Dans les coquillages d'Afrique, une prêtresse a vu ton nom
Mãe-de-santo et du mystique, dépêche-toi, je tourne en rond

Je suis marin, un peu artiste
J'aime les ports que tu aimas
J'aime l'amour et la musique
Ne sois pas triste, on se reverra

É marinheiro, ele é artista
Vive nos portos, onde estará
Cheio de amor, vive a cantar
Não fique triste, ele vai voltar

Tira cartas, joga búzios, a mãe de Santo viu seu nome
A mãe de Santo é misteriosa, vai ficar louco de esperar
Alors, je chante cette musique, dans l'espoir que tu l'entendras
De Salvador jusqu'à Recife et même au fond du Ceara

Je suis marin, un peu artiste
J'aime les ports que tu aimas
J'aime l'amour et la musique
Ne sois pas triste, on s'reverra

É marinheiro, ele é artista
Vive nos portos, onde estará
Cheio de amor, vive a cantar
Não fique triste, ele vai voltar

Les musiciens ont la technique pour parler avec le destin
Les marins fuient les maléfices et Yemanja a du chagrin

É marinheiro, ele é artista
Vive nos portos, onde estará
Cheio de amor, vive a cantar
Não fique triste, ele vai voltar

Je suis marin, un peu artiste
J'aime les ports que tu aimas
J'aime l'amour et la musique
Ne sois pas triste, on s'reverra

À l'intérieur, le soleil cogne comme un boxeur devenu fou
La pluie viendra laver les hommes et fera pousser les cajous
En attendant le vent du large, je vais dans le bal du faubourg
Boire de la bière et de la cachaça, danser la nuit, dormir le jour

É marinheiro, ele é artista
Vive nos portos, onde estará
Cheio de amor, vive a cantar
Não fique triste, ele vai voltar

Je suis marin, un peu artiste
J'aime les ports que tu aimas
J'aime l'amour et la musique
Ne sois pas triste, on se reverra

Je suis marin, ele é artista
J'aime les ports, onde estará

É marinheiro, ele é artista
Vive nos portos, onde estará
Cheio de amor, vive a cantar
Ne sois pas triste, on se reverra

Sailor

I brought back scars and scents that never existed before
Some mysteries and spells, returning to Fortaleza
In the shells of Africa, a priestess saw your name
Mãe-de-santo and mystic, hurry, I'm going in circles

I am a sailor, a bit of an artist
I love the ports you loved
I love love and music
Don't be sad, we'll meet again

He is a sailor, he is an artist
He lives in the ports, where could he be
Full of love, he lives to sing
Don't be sad, he will return

She draws cards, throws shells, the Mãe de Santo saw your name
The Mãe de Santo is mysterious, you'll go crazy waiting
So, I sing this music, hoping you will hear it
From Salvador to Recife and even deep in Ceara

I am a sailor, a bit of an artist
I love the ports you loved
I love love and music
Don't be sad, we'll see each other again

He is a sailor, he is an artist
He lives in the ports, where could he be
Full of love, he lives to sing
Don't be sad, he will return

Musicians have the technique to speak with destiny
Sailors flee from spells and Yemanja is grieving

He is a sailor, he is an artist
He lives in the ports, where could he be
Full of love, he lives to sing
Don't be sad, he will return

I am a sailor, a bit of an artist
I love the ports you loved
I love love and music
Don't be sad, we'll see each other again

Inside, the sun beats down like a boxer gone mad
The rain will come to wash the men and make the cashews grow
While waiting for the offshore wind, I go to the neighborhood dance
Drink beer and cachaça, dance the night away, sleep the day away

He is a sailor, he is an artist
He lives in the ports, where could he be
Full of love, he lives to sing
Don't be sad, he will return

I am a sailor, a bit of an artist
I love the ports you loved
I love love and music
Don't be sad, we'll meet again

I am a sailor, he is an artist
I love the ports, where could he be

He is a sailor, he is an artist
He lives in the ports, where could he be
Full of love, he lives to sing
Don't be sad, we'll meet again