Текст и перевод песни Jocelyne Béroard - Vié Nonm-La

Vié Nonm-La

Piti tou piti i té ka maché
San sav' la i ka alé, ni poutchi i garé
Men té là ka véyé san menm réfléchi
Saché Kouss an lanmen'y mété'y au ralanti

Vié nonm-là ka palé, lannuit ka vini
Pèsonn pa ka kouté'y, i tou sèl an la ri
Men vansé pou men wè si men té pé ba'y
An lanmen pou trouvé chimin an ki té ta'y
I souri ban mwen "bonswa"
Men wè Zié'y ka kléré
Men tann li ka chanté ...

Fout' chanté-a té bèl ka palé di avan
Epi an ritounel baguay an tan lontan
Men rété ka kouté pendan nou ka maché
Seten i ka songé tan ki ja pacé

Ou ou ou ou ...
Anpil mélankoli an Tchè'y

Ou ou ou ou...
Mé i té ni dousè an lè'y
Pétèt' an kay-li a té ni plen ti mamay
Jôdi yo té grandi pati lwen pou travay
Mé pétèt' i té chwazi lavi san menm mayé
Pou rété enfidel épi enmen

Ou Ou ou ou ...
Chanté a'y la té ka monté
Ou ou ou ou...

Rivé douvan pot'là i té fini chanté ...
Mandé si Men té pé pran momen pou kouté'y
I mété balé doubout mé tèt' en ba
Pou solitud woté de pié'y la aaa

Ou ou ou ou...
Sa fè mwen sonjé papa-mwen ...

This Old Man

He was walking little by little
Not knowing where he was going, nor where he was staying
But he was there, watching without even thinking
Knowing that whatever he had in his hands would slow him down

This old man was talking, night was coming
No one was listening to him, he was alone in the laughter
But I went ahead to see if I could give him
A hand to find the path that was his
He smiled at me, "Good evening"
I saw his eyes shine
I heard him singing...

The beautiful song was speaking of the past
And a ritual of things from long ago
I stayed listening while we walked
Sure he was thinking of times gone by

You you you you...
A lot of melancholy in his heart

You you you you...
But he had sweetness in his voice
Maybe his house was full of little children
Today they have grown up and left to work far away
But maybe he chose life without even getting married
To remain unfaithful and in love

You You you you...
His song was rising
You you you you...

He finished singing in front of that door...
He asked if I could take a moment to listen to him
He put his broom upright but his head was bowed
To lift the solitude from his feet la aaa

You you you you...
It reminds me of my father...