Текст и перевод песни Lucienne Delyle - Jour Et Nuit

Jour Et Nuit

La rivière du voyageur
Se promène dans la savane
Elle roule tous les malheurs
Des grands nègres de la Louisiane

Jour Et Nuit, on entend sa complainte
Jour et nuit, on entend sa chanson
C′est le vent qui répète sa plainte
En passant sur les champs de coton

Le tam-tam résonne au loin
Et les oiseaux roucoulent d'amour
Mais là-bas, roulant sans fin
C′est la rivière qui gronde toujours
De son bruit sourd

Jour Et Nuit, c'est toujours sa complainte
Jour Et Nuit, c'est toujours sa chanson
Obsédant, le vent porte sa plainte
Tristement, au fond de l′ horizon

La rivière sort de son lit
Et bouscule les pauvres hommes
Elle emporte tout un pays
Elle emporte ce que nous sommes

Jour Et Nuit, pour calmer sa colère
Jour Et Nuit, les nègres vont prier
Dans le vent, on entend les prières
Implorant une part de pitié

Le grand Jim avait peiné
Et ses cheveux étaient en argent
Mais le flot l′a emporté
Alors tant pis pour ses cheveux blancs
Et ses enfants

Jour Et Nuit, on entend la rivière
Jour Et Nuit, et son grand tourbillon
Hou, hou, hou, on entend la rivière
Hou, hou, hou, le nègre dort au fond

Day And Night

The traveler's river
Wanders through the savanna
It carries all the sorrows
Of the great men of Louisiana

Day and night, we hear its lament
Day and night, we hear its song
It's the wind that repeats its complaint
Passing over the cotton fields

The tam-tam resonates in the distance
And the birds coo with love
But over there, rolling endlessly
It's the river that always rumbles
With its muffled sound

Day and night, it's always its lament
Day and night, it's always its song
Hauntingly, the wind carries its complaint
Sadly, to the depths of the horizon

The river overflows its banks
And jostles the poor men
It carries away a whole country
It carries away what we are

Day and night, to calm its anger
Day and night, the men go to pray
In the wind, we hear the prayers
Imploring a share of pity

Big Jim had toiled
And his hair was silver
But the flood carried him away
So too bad for his white hair
And his children

Day and night, we hear the river
Day and night, and its great whirlwind
Hoo, hoo, hoo, we hear the river
Hoo, hoo, hoo, the man sleeps at the bottom