Текст и перевод песни Jacques Prévert - Le balayeur

Le balayeur

Au bord d′un fleuve, le balayeur balaie
Il s'ennuie un peu,
Il regarde le soleil
Il est amoureux

Un couple enlace passe. il le suit des yeux.
Le couple disparait.
Il s′assoit sur une grosse pierre

Mais soudain la musique,
L'air du temps, qui etait doux et charmant,
Devient grincant.
Et menacant

Apparait alors: l'ange gardien du balayeur
Qui, d′un tres simple geste, lui fait honte de sa paresse
Et lui conseille de reprendre le labeur.
L′ange gardien plante l'index vers le ciel, et disparait.
Le balayeur reprend son balai.

Une jolie femme arrive, et s′accoude au parapet
Regarde le fleuve.
Elle est de dos, et tres belle ainsi.
Le balayeur, sans faire de bruit, s'accoude a cote d′elle,
Et ... la caresse, ou plutot fait seulement semblant
Mimant le geste de l'homme qui, tout a l′heure,
Caressait son amie, en marchant

La femme s'en va, sans le voir.
Il reste seul avec son balai
Et soudain constate
Que l'ange est revenu
Et l′a vu
Et le blame, d′un regard douloureux
Et d'un geste de plus en plus affectueux et de plus en plus menacant

Le balayeur reprend son balai, et balaye
L′ange gardien disparait

Soudain des cris, des plaintes, venant du fleuve
Sans aucun doute, les plaintes de quelqu'un qui se noie.
Le balayeur abandonne son balai
Mais soudain hausse les epaules
Et indifferent aux cris venant du fleuve
Continue de balayer

L′ange gardien apparait .!!!
Et le balayeur balaye, comme il n'a jamais balaye
Travail exemplaire et soigne

Mais l′ange, toujours l'index au ciel,
Remue des ailes courroucees
Et fait comprendre au balayeur que c'est tres beau, bien sur,
De balayer
Mais que tout de meme
Il y a quelqu′un qui est peut-etre en train de se noyer
Et il insiste. le balayeur faisant la sourde oreille

Finalement, le balayeur enleve sa veste
Puisqu′il ne peut faire autrement
Et comme c'est un tres bon nageur
Grimpe sur le parapet
Et execute un merveilleux saut de l′ange, et disparait.

Et l'ange, litteralement aux anges, louange le seigneur
La musique est une musique, indeniablement celeste.
Soudain
Le balayeur revient
Tenant dans ses bras l′etre qu'il a sauve.
C′est une fille tres belle, et devetue.
... /...

Le balayeur la couche sur un banc
Avec une infinie delicatesse
Et la soigne, la ranime, la caresse

L'ange intervient
Et donne au balayeur
Le conseil de rejeter dans le fleuve cette diablesse

La diablesse qui reprend gout a la vie
Grace aux caresses du balayeur
Se leve et sourit
Le balayeur sourit aussi
Ils dansent tous les deux.

L'ange les menace des foudres du ciel.

Ils eclatent de rire, s′embrassent et s′en vont en dansant

L'ange gardien essuie une larme
Ramasse le balai
Et balaye, balaye, balaye, balaye, balaye, balaye, balaye
Inexorablement

The Sweeper

By the edge of a river, the sweeper sweeps
He's a little bored,
He looks at the sun
He is in love

An embracing couple passes by, he follows them with his eyes.
The couple disappears.
He sits on a large stone

But suddenly the music,
The air of time, which was sweet and charming,
Becomes grating.
And threatening

Then appears: the sweeper's guardian angel
Who, with a very simple gesture, shames him for his laziness
And advises him to get back to work.
The guardian angel points his index finger towards the sky, and disappears.
The sweeper picks up his broom again.

A pretty woman arrives, and leans on the parapet
Looking at the river.
She is from behind, and very beautiful like that.
The sweeper, without making a sound, leans next to her,
And ... caresses her, or rather only pretends to
Mimicking the gesture of the man who, earlier,
Caressed his girlfriend, while walking

The woman leaves, without seeing him.
He remains alone with his broom
And suddenly realizes
That the angel has returned
And saw him
And blames him, with a painful look
And with a gesture more and more affectionate and more and more threatening

The sweeper takes his broom again, and sweeps
The guardian angel disappears

Suddenly cries, complaints, coming from the river
Undoubtedly, the complaints of someone drowning.
The sweeper abandons his broom
But suddenly shrugs his shoulders
And indifferent to the cries coming from the river
Continues to sweep

The guardian angel appears .!!!
And the sweeper sweeps, as he has never swept
Exemplary and meticulous work

But the angel, still with his index finger to the sky,
Flaps his wings angrily
And makes the sweeper understand that it's very nice, of course,
To sweep
But that all the same
There's someone who might be drowning
And he insists, the sweeper turning a deaf ear

Finally, the sweeper takes off his jacket
Since he can't do otherwise
And as he is a very good swimmer
Climbs on the parapet
And executes a wonderful angel's leap, and disappears.

And the angel, literally over the moon, praises the Lord
The music is undeniably celestial.
Suddenly
The sweeper returns
Holding in his arms the being he has saved.
She is a very beautiful, and undressed girl.
... /...

The sweeper lays her down on a bench
With infinite delicacy
And cares for her, revives her, caresses her

The angel intervenes
And gives the sweeper
The advice to throw this she-devil back into the river

The she-devil who regains a taste for life
Thanks to the sweeper's caresses
Gets up and smiles
The sweeper smiles too
They both dance.

The angel threatens them with the wrath of heaven.

They burst out laughing, kiss each other and leave dancing

The guardian angel wipes away a tear
Picks up the broom
And sweeps, sweeps, sweeps, sweeps, sweeps, sweeps, sweeps
Inexorably