Текст и перевод песни Les Freres Jacques - La voix du sang (Live)

La voix du sang (Live)

Il avait vingt ans
Il était l′amant
D'une fille qui était sa maîtresse
Amour tendresse
Toujours caresses
Il en résulta une enfant
Mais le triste sort
Leur fit bien du tort
Et peu après, ils l′égarèrent
Dans une gare
La garce'...aint Lazare
Et jamais ils n'la retrouvèrent
Pendant longtemps, il maudit le destin
Et resta sombre comme un repas sans vin
Mais au bout d′seize ans
En se promenant
Sur le macadam de Paname
Il vit une fille
Vraiment gentille
Qui d′un regard lui troubla l'âme
C′était le portrait
Le portrait craché
De son adorée Jacqueline
Son coeur fit un bond
Et cette émotion
Fit parler son hémoglobine
LA VOIX DU SANG hurlait dans ses veines
C'est ton enfant c′est ton enfant
Qu'elle gueulait LA VOIX DU SANG
Et ses artères répercutaient la rengaine
LA VOIX DU SANG f′sait un boucan assoudissant
A son tour il se mit à crier Jacqueline
T'es mon enfant, oui je le sens
Ca crève les yeux, c'est évident!
Il la serra contre sa forte poitrine
LA VOIX DU SANG était en train d′faire d′l'attroupement
Tous les passants trouvaient cette scène émouvante,
Déjà les femmes se mouchaient comme au cinéma
Lorsque parurent des gens de la gent agente
Qui embarquèrent tout le monde au commissariat - Hahahaha!
LA VOIX DU SANG, se taisait, confuse
L′enfant qu'il avait cherché tant
Et attendu impatiemment
Etait en rage et le traitait de triple buse
LA VOIX DU SANG ne paraissait pas au courant
On les relâcha
Mais en sortant d′là
Il d'vait faire une drôle de bobine
Car Jacqueline
Elle s′appelait comme ça
Le consola comme on l'devine
De leurs sentiments
Naquit une enfant
Qu'ils perdirent, c′est bien dommage
Dans l′embouteillage
D'une gare de triage
Ca faisait deux fois en vingt ans
Pendant longtemps, il accusa le sort
Et il fut triste comme le son du cor
Mais seize ans plus tard
Il vit sur l′boul'vard
Sur le boulevard de la Madeleine
Un joli tendron
Aux cheveux très blonds
Et qui lui fit perdre l′haleine
LA VOIX DU SANG hurlait dans ses veines
C'est ton enfant c′est ton enfant
Qu'elle gueulait LA VOIX DU SANG
Comme une brûlure il éprouva l'envie soudaine
De lui dire viens, c′est le dessein de ton destin
Il lui d′manda vous descendez à la prochaine?
C'était idiot c′était idiot
Car ils n'étaient pas dans l′métro
Elle lui dit oui, mais il n'avait pas d′veine
Son vrai papa était bougnat rue d'la Smala
LA VOIX DU SANG régulièrement se foutait d'dans
Mais comme il pleurait
Elle l′a consolé
En disant: J′m'appelle Jacqueline
Il était ému,
C′est ainsi qu'elle l′eut
Et qu'elle devint sa concubine
Ils perdirent l′enfant
On n'sait plus comment
Mais depuis il a beaucoup d'peine
Dans la rue parfois
Des filles lui disent: Papa
Mais il éprouve je n′sais quelle gêne
Il a presque soixante-dix ans
Il s′tient tranquille, il est dev'nu méfiant
LA VOIX DU SANG murmure dans ses veines
Mais si doucement si faiblement
Qu′c'en est vraiment décourageant
Il passe son ch′min à la vue des belles paroissiennes
Les globules rouges probablement ont foutu l'camp
Il n′reste qu'les blancs!

The Voice of Blood (Live)

He was twenty years old
He was the lover
Of a girl who was his mistress
Love and tenderness
Always caresses
It resulted in a child
But the sad fate
Did them much wrong
And shortly after, they lost her
In a train station
The bitch... Saint Lazare
And they never found her again
For a long time, he cursed destiny
And remained gloomy like a meal without wine
But after sixteen years
While walking
On the asphalt of Paname
He saw a girl
Really nice
Who with a glance troubled his soul
It was the portrait
The spitting image
Of his adored Jacqueline
His heart skipped a beat
And this emotion
Made his hemoglobin speak
THE VOICE OF BLOOD screamed in his veins
It's your child, it's your child
That's what THE VOICE OF BLOOD yelled
And his arteries echoed the refrain
THE VOICE OF BLOOD made a deafening noise
In turn, he started shouting Jacqueline
You're my child, yes, I feel it
It's obvious, it's evident!
He hugged her against his strong chest
THE VOICE OF BLOOD was causing a crowd
All the passersby found this scene moving,
Already women were blowing their noses like at the cinema
When people from the police force appeared
Who took everyone to the police station - Hahahaha!
THE VOICE OF BLOOD, was silent, confused
The child he had searched for so long
And waited impatiently for
Was enraged and called him a triple idiot
THE VOICE OF BLOOD didn't seem aware
They were released
But coming out of there
He must have had a funny face
Because Jacqueline
That's what she was called
Consoled him as one can imagine
From their feelings
A child was born
Which they lost, it's a pity
In the traffic jam
Of a marshalling yard
That made it twice in twenty years
For a long time, he blamed fate
And he was as sad as the sound of the horn
But sixteen years later
He saw on the boulevard
On the boulevard de la Madeleine
A pretty young thing
With very blond hair
And who made him lose his breath
THE VOICE OF BLOOD screamed in his veins
It's your child, it's your child
That's what THE VOICE OF BLOOD yelled
Like a burn, he felt the sudden urge
To say to her, come, it's the design of your destiny
He asked her, are you getting off at the next stop?
It was stupid, it was stupid
Because they weren't on the subway
She said yes, but he was out of luck
Her real dad was a coal seller on Smala street
THE VOICE OF BLOOD regularly messed up
But as he cried
She consoled him
Saying: My name is Jacqueline
He was moved,
That's how she got him
And she became his concubine
They lost the child
We don't know how anymore
But since then he has a lot of pain
In the street sometimes
Girls say to him: Dad
But he feels a certain embarrassment
He is almost seventy years old
He stays quiet, he has become suspicious
THE VOICE OF BLOOD murmurs in his veins
But so softly, so weakly
That it's really discouraging
He passes by at the sight of beautiful parishioners
The red blood cells probably ran away
There are only white ones left!