Текст и перевод песни La Tordue - René bouteille

René bouteille

À l'heure où les étoiles tombent
Il creuse la sienne
Plus pâle qu'une ombre
Qui boit de la verveine

Il chante il chante
Mais c'est l'air de la mer
Qui bientôt le tourmente
Et lui vole sa prière

Il chante il chante
Mais c'est l'air de la mer
Qui bientôt le tourmente
Et lui vole sa prière

Depuis qu'il a vu l'jour
Il a trimardé sur terre
Mais il a pas eu plus d'amour
Qu'un sac de pommes de terre

Il chante il chante
Mais c'est de l'eau amère
Qui lui coule ardente
Brûlure à ses paupières

Il chante il chante
Mais c'est de l'eau amère
Qui lui coule ardente
Brûlure à ses paupières

Ses vieux l'ont pas r'connu
Alors il est allé s'fair' voir
Par le monde et ses rues
Il a mangé son pain noir

- On peut pas tout avoir...
Ouais mais quand on a rien eu

Et nul n'a répondu
Quand il voulait savoir
Et son coeur s'est fendu
D'essuyer tant d'déboires

Il est tombé des nues
Il s'est même fait trottoir
Puis porté disparu
Par des gens trop bavards

- Chacun vaut son voisin...
Sauf quand c'est un vaurien

Battant pavé et breloque
Il a le scorbut à l'âme
Et son coeur soliloque
Sans but le pauvre diable

Il a la têt' tordue
Essoré d'une oreille
C'est pas d'avoir trop bu
C'est d'être né bouteille

Il chante il chante
Il voulait boire la mer
Qui sur ses joues serpente
Les soirs de trop d'misère

Il chante il chante
Il voulait boire la mer
Qui sur ses joues serpente
Les soirs de trop d'misère

La mer la mer
C'est elle qui le hante
Dans son coeur une arrière
Saison d'écume qui chante

Dans l'miroir aux étoiles
DAns l'océan sa planque
D'alouette en cavale
Il a jeté son ancre

Il chante il chante
Mais c'est bientôt la mer
Qui vient couvrir sa plainte
Au creux d'sa dernière bière

Il chante il chante
Son chant de vagabond
C'est maintenant la mer
Qui roule sa chanson
Qui roule sa chanson

René Bottle

In the hour when stars do fall
He digs his own
Paler than a shadow
Who drinks verbena

He sings he sings
But it's the tune of the sea
That soon torments him
And steals his prayer

He sings he sings
But it's the tune of the sea
That soon torments him
And steals his prayer

Since he saw the light of day
He has toiled on earth
But he has had no more love
Than a bag of potatoes

He sings he sings
But it's bitter water
That flows hot through him
Burning his eyelids

He sings he sings
But it's bitter water
That flows hot through him
Burning his eyelids

His old people didn't recognize him
So he went to show himself
By the world and its streets
He ate his brown bread

- You can't have everything...
Oh, but when you've had nothing

And no one answered
When he wanted to know
And his heart broke
To suffer so many disappointments

He has fallen from the clouds
He's even become a pavement dweller
Then disappeared
By people who talked too much

- Everyone's worth their neighbor...
Except when they're a scoundrel

Beating pavement and trinkets
He has scurvy in his soul
And his heart fights back
Without a plan the poor man

His head is twisted
Wrung out of an ear
It's not from drinking too much
It's from being born a bottle

He sings he sings
He wanted to drink the sea
Which meanders over its cheeks
On evenings of too much misery

He sings he sings
He wanted to drink the sea
Which meanders over its cheeks
On evenings of too much misery

The sea the sea
It's she who haunts him
In his heart a back
Season of foam that sings

In the starlit mirror
In the ocean his hideout
Of runaway lark
He has cast his anchor

He sings he sings
But it's soon the sea
Which comes to cover his complaint
In the depths of his last beer

He sings he sings
His vagabond's song
It's now the sea
Which rolls his song
Which rolls his song