Текст и перевод песни Georges Chelon - Le phare de la Défense

Le phare de la Défense

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Sur la ville endormie
Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
On devine Paris

Dans sa tour de cristal
Au tout dernier étage
Comme dans un bocal
Il contemple l'orage

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Les bureaux sont déserts
Comme un gardien de phare
Il donne la lumière

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Les yeux remplis d'étoiles
Il guide les bateaux
Qui ont perdu leurs voiles

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Qui a peur des éclairs
Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
À grands coups de tonnerre

Sur son piton rocheux
Au bout de la Défense
Il parle avec les dieux
Les dieux de son enfance

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Et cette eau qui se perd
Ce n'est plus un orage
C'est déjà la tempête

Là-bas dans le village
Où vit encore son père
Le sable a recouvert
Les tombes des ancêtres

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Et les hommes se terrent
Je connais des pays
Où l'on ferait la fête

Cette ville qui dort
Et cette eau qui se perd
Et ce gardien de phare
Perdu dans son désert

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Les tours de la Défense
Sont comme des bateaux
Qui tanguent et qui balancent

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Sur le mât le plus haut
Accroché à la hune
Il porte son drapeau

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Et vous gagnez le port
Sans savoir qu'un héros
A sauvé votre ville

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Mais de moins en moins fort
Et les vagues se calment
Et le rêve vacille

Il pleut, il pleut, il pleut
Il ne pleut presque plus
Les clameurs se sont tues
Et les hommes d'affaires
Gagnent le bâtiment
Au bout de l'avenue
Il range son balai
Et éteint la lumière

The Lighthouse of La Défense

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
On the sleepy city
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
We make out Paris

In its crystal tower
At the very top floor
As if in a jar
He watches the storm

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
The offices are deserted
Like a lighthouse keeper
He casts his light

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
His eyes are full of stars
He shows the way to ships
Who have lost their sails

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
Who's afraid of lightning
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
With thunderbolts

On his rocky peak
At the end of La Défense
He speaks with the gods
The gods of his childhood

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
And this water that is lost
It's no longer a storm
It's already the tempest

Over there, in the village
Where his father still lives
Sand has covered
The graves of the ancestors

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
And men hide
I know countries
Where we would be celebrating

This city that sleeps
And this water that is lost
And this lighthouse keeper
Lost in his desert

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
The towers of La Défense
Are like boats
That lurch and sway

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
On the highest mast
Hanging on to the crow's nest
He carries his flag

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
And you reach the port
Without knowing that a hero
Saved your city

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
But less and less heavily
And the waves calm down
And the dream flickers

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
It's almost stopped raining
The claps of thunder have stopped
And the businessmen
Are entering the building
At the end of the avenue
He tidies away his broom
And puts out the light