Текст и перевод песни Guy Béart - V'la l'joli vent

V'la l'joli vent

(Chanson traditionnelle française)

Derrière chez nous y a un étang
Trois beaux canards s′y vont nageant
Y'en a deux noirs y′en a un blanc

V'là l'bon vent v′là l′joli vent
V'là l′bon vent ma mie m'appelle
V′là l'bon vent v′là l'joli vent
V'là l′bon vent ma mie m′attend

Le fils du roi s'en va chassant
Avec son grand fusil d′argent
Mire le noir et tue le blanc

V'là l′bon vent v'là l′joli vent
V'là l'bon vent ma mie m′appelle
V′là l'bon vent v′là l'joli vent
V′là l'bon vent ma mie m′attend

Ô fils du roi tu es méchant
D'avoir tué mon canard blanc
Par-dessous l'aile il perd son sang

V′là l′bon vent v'là l′joli vent
V'là l′bon vent ma mie m'appelle
V′là l'bon vent v'là l′joli vent
V′là l'bon vent ma mie m′attend

Par les yeux lui sort des diamants
Et par le bec l'or et l′argent
Toutes ses plumes s'envolent au vent

V′là l'bon vent v'là l′joli vent
V′là l'bon vent ma mie m′appelle
V'là l′bon vent v'là l′joli vent
V'là l'bon vent ma mie m′attend

Trois dames s′en vont les ramassant
C'est pour en faire un lit de camp
Pour y coucher tous les passants

V′là l'bon vent v′là l'joli vent
V′là l'bon vent ma mie m'appelle
V′là l′bon vent v'là l′joli vent
V'là l′bon vent ma mie m'attend

There was this nice wind

(Traditional French song)

There's a pond behind our house
Where three handsome ducks are swimming
Two of them are black, the other one is white

Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the wind, my love is calling me
Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the wind, my love is waiting for me

The son of the king has gone hunting
With his big silver gun
Takes aim at the black one and kills the white one

Here comes the wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the good wind, my love is calling me
Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the wind, my love is waiting for me

O son of the king, you are wicked
To have killed my white duck
It sheds blood under its wing

Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the good wind, my love is calling me
Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the wind, my love is waiting for me

Diamonds flow from its eyes
And gold and silver from its beak
Its feathers flutter away in the wind

Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the good wind, my love is calling me
Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the wind, my love is waiting for me

Three ladies gather them up
To make a camp bed
To put all the passers-by to sleep

Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the good wind, my love is calling me
Here comes the good wind, here comes the pretty wind
Here comes the wind, my love is waiting for me