Текст и перевод песни Graeme Allwright - Henrik

Henrik

Henrik était un fier pêcheur de je n'sais quel pays
Il naviguait sur toutes les mers en buvant de l'eau d'vie
Il a juré dans un bistrot à ses collègues émus
Je pêch'rai un poisson étrange que l'homme n'a jamais vu

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

Il a donc quitté son pays vers l'ouest il naviguait
Le jour la nuit il travaillait ses lignes et ses filets
De tous les poissons il pêchait de nombreux spécimens
Et une nuit pendant qu'il dormait il pêcha une baleine

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

Un jour surpris par la tempête son bateau s'retourna
Henrik ne perdant pas la tête pêcha la tête en bas
Le bateau fait un tour complet il n'avait plus d'boussole
Ni Henrik plus beaucoup d'espoir ni plus beaucoup d'alcool

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

Puis une nuit au large de Brest peut-être d'Australie
Croyant sentir un poisson mordre a dit j'crois bien qu'c'est lui
De toutes ses forces il a tiré le vent semblait lui dire
Que ce jour-là c'n'était pas un vulgaire poisson à frire

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

Ses mains tremblaient ses yeux brillaient enfin il était sûr
Et un sourire béat d'extase éclairait sa figure
Puis dans un tourbillon d'écume l'poisson est apparu
Et fixant Henrik dans les yeux il dit je te salue

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

Ah te voilà dit le poisson j't'ai longtemps attendu
Si tu as quelque chose à boire c'n'est vraiment pas d'refus
Je n'ai rien bu depuis quinze jours et j'ai une faim de loup
Puis le poisson a avalé l'pauvre Henrik d'un seul coup

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

Vous les pêcheurs de toutes les mers buvez modérément
Que cette histoire véridique vous serve d'avertiss'ment
Pêcheurs si vous voulez savoir qui m'a dit ce poème
Un soir en buvant dans un bar c'est le poisson lui-même

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

You can fish in a mill-pound fish in the sea
Fish in a bath-tub yes but don't fish me

Henrik

Henrik was a proud fisherman from some distant land,
He sailed across the seas, a bottle in his hand.
He swore to his comrades, with passion in his eyes,
“I'll catch a strange fish, one man has never spied!”

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

He left his country, sailing towards the West,
Working day and night, with lines and nets the best.
He caught many specimens, from every fish that swims,
And one night, while he slumbered, he even caught a whale, it seems.

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

One day, caught in a tempest, his boat was overturned,
But Henrik, ever resourceful, fished upside down, unconcerned.
The boat spun round and round, his compass lost at sea,
Henrik's hope was dwindling, along with his brandy.

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

Then one night, off the coast of Brest, or maybe Australia,
He felt a tug on his line and cried, "I think this is the day!"
With all his might he pulled, the wind seemed to convey,
This was no ordinary fish, not just a common prey.

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

His hands were trembling, his eyes shone bright and clear,
A blissful smile of ecstasy lit up his face, sincere.
Then in a swirling foam, the fish at last appeared,
And staring Henrik in the eyes, it said, "Greetings, I have neared."

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

“Ah, there you are,” the fish declared, "I've waited long for thee,
If you have something to drink, I wouldn't say no, you see.
I haven't had a drop in fifteen days, and I'm as hungry as can be,”
Then in one gulp, the fish swallowed poor Henrik, tragically.

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

You fishermen of all the seas, drink in moderation,
Let this true story serve as a fair warning, a revelation.
Fishermen, if you want to know who told me this poem,
One evening, while drinking in a bar, it was the fish itself, I swear, it's no sham.

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.

You can fish in a mill-pound, fish in the sea,
Fish in a bath-tub, yes, but don't fish me.