L'âme des poètes [English translation]
L'âme des poètes [English translation]
A long, long time after
The poets have disappeared
Their songs still run through the streets
The crowd sings them a bit absent-mindedly
Ignorant of the author's name,
Not knowing who his heart was beating for.
Sometimes they change a word, a phrase
And when they're short of ideas
They sing la la la la la la
La la la la la la.
A long, long time after
The poets have disappeared
Their songs will still run through the streets.
One day maybe, after I've gone,
One day they will sing
This tune to sooth a sorrow
Or some happy prospect.
Will it keep an old beggar alive
Or send a child to sleep?
Or somewhere by the water
In spring, will they play it on a gramophone?
A long, long time after
The poets have disappeared
Their light soul still runs through the streets.
Their light soul, their songs
That bring happiness, or bring sadness
To girls and boys,
To householders, artists
Or vagabonds.
A long, long time after...
La la la la la la
- Artist:Charles Trenet