Текст и перевод песни Emeline Michel - Fè van pou mwen (Live)

Fè van pou mwen (Live)

Grenn sèl bò isit kite barik pran lari
Tounen teson gravye pou manje malere
Li midi tout bourik ap ranni
Pandan kabrit ap simen fanmasi
Solèy la ap boule m
Li vle fè m anraje
Dlo nan je m, dlo nan kò m
M'ape swe tout kote

Fè van pou mwen cheri
Fè van pou mwen
Fè van pou mwen cheri
Fè van pou mwen
Woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy
Woy

Pandan m'ap di w sa mayengwen debake
Ak yon dividal mouch k'ap kwense m k'ap mode m
Li midi, men tout klòch ap sonnen
Ferayè sou bòdmè dechennen
Yon fèblantye k'ap pase, k'ap fè m fou, k'ap rele
K'ap mande achte bonm ak chodyè ki kreve

Fè van pou mwen cheri
Fè van pou mwen
Fè van pou mwen cheri
Fè van pou mwen
Woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy
Woy

Men pa gen van k'ap soufle
Ki kote van pase
Fò n jis tan karèm lè tan rara rive
Le nòde fè pechè pè lanmè
Lè frechè ap pouse do chalè
Lè sa cheri m'a simen bèl franj sou ou
M'a fè w monte nan syèl tankou yon sèvolan
Pot fil pou mwen timoun, pot fil pou mwen
M'anvi file w cheri, gen van

Woy, woy, woy,
Woy, woy, woy
Woy

M'anvi file w cheri, gen van

Make wind for me (Live)

Salt grains here leave the barrel and take to the streets
Become gravel grit for the poor to eat
It's noon, all the donkeys are braying
While the goats are sowing pharmacy
The sun is burning me
It wants to make me angry
Tears in my eyes, water in my body
I'm sweating everywhere

Make wind for me, darling
Make wind for me
Make wind for me, darling
Make wind for me
Woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy
Woy

While I'm telling you this, a mayengwen has landed
With a swarm of flies that are bothering me, that are making fun of me
It's noon, but all the bells are ringing
Ironware on the seaside is unleashed
A weakling is passing, making me crazy, shouting
Asking to buy bombs and broken pots

Make wind for me, darling
Make wind for me
Make wind for me, darling
Make wind for me
Woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy
Woy

But there's no wind blowing
Where does the wind pass
We must just wait for Lent when the rara season arrives
When the north wind makes fishermen fear the sea
When freshness pushes back the heat
Then, darling, I'll sow beautiful fringes on you
I'll make you rise to the sky like a swallow
Give me thread, child, give me thread
I want to fly with you, darling, there is wind

Woy, woy, woy,
Woy, woy, woy
Woy

I want to fly with you, darling, there is wind