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Les Crayons De Couleur

Un petit garçon est venu me voir tout à l'heure
Avec des crayons et du papier
Il m'a dit je veux dessiner un homme en couleur
Dis-moi comment le colorier

Je voudrais qu'il soit pareil que moi quand je serai grand
Libre, très fort et heureux
Faut-il le peindre en bleu, en noir ou en blanc
Pour qu'il soit comme je le veux

Si tu le peins en bleu, fils
Il ne te ressemblera guère
Si tu le peins en rouge, fils
On viendra lui voler sa terre
Si tu le peins en jaune, mon fils
Il aura faim toute sa pauvre vie
Si tu le peins en noir, fils
Plus de liberté pour lui, hop

Alors le petit garçon est rentré chez lui
Avec son beau cahier sous le bras
Il a essayé de dessiner toute la nuit
Mais il n'y arriva pas, yep

Si tu le peins en bleu, fils
Il ne te ressemblera guère
Si tu le peins en rouge, fils
On viendra lui voler sa terre
Si tu le peins en jaune, mon fils
Il aura faim toute sa pauvre vie
Si tu le peins en noir, fils
Plus de liberté pour lui, yep

S'il fallait trouver une morale à ma chanson
C'est assez facile en somme
Je crois qu'il faut dire à tous les petits garçons
Que la couleur ne fait pas l'homme
Que la couleur ne fait pas l'homme
Que la couleur ne fait pas l'homme

The Colored Pencils

A little boy came to see me just now, my dear,
With crayons and some paper.
He said, "I want to draw a man in color,"
"Tell me how to color him in."

"I want him to be just like me when I grow up,"
"Free, very strong, and happy."
"Should I paint him in blue, black, or white,"
"So he'll be just the way I want?"

"If you paint him in blue, son,"
"He won't look much like you."
"If you paint him in red, son,"
"They'll come and steal his land."
"If you paint him in yellow, my son,"
"He'll be hungry his whole poor life."
"If you paint him in black, son,"
"No more freedom for him, no way."

So the little boy went back home, my love,
With his nice notebook under his arm.
He tried to draw all night long,
But he just couldn't do it, nope.

"If you paint him in blue, son,"
"He won't look much like you."
"If you paint him in red, son,"
"They'll come and steal his land."
"If you paint him in yellow, my son,"
"He'll be hungry his whole poor life."
"If you paint him in black, son,"
"No more freedom for him, nope."

If there were a moral to my song, my dear,
It's quite simple, you see.
I think we should tell all the little boys
That color doesn't make the man.
That color doesn't make the man.
That color doesn't make the man.