C’était dans la nuit brun-e Sur le clocher jauni La lun-e, la lun-e Comme un point sur un i Lun-e, quel esprit sombr-e Promène au bout d’un fil Dans l’ombr-e, dans l’ombr-e Ta face et ton profil ? N’es-tu rien qu’un-e boul-e Qu’un grand faucheux bien gras Qui roul-e, qui roul-e Sans pattes et sans bras ? Est-ce un ver qui te rong-e Quand ton disqu-e noirci S’allong-e, s’allong-e Et en croissant rétréci ? Car tu vins, pâle et morn-e Coller sur mes carreaux Ta corn-e, ta corn-e À travers mes barreaux Je viens voir à la brun-e Sur le clocher jauni La lun-e, la lun-e Comme un point sur un i BALLAD TO THE MOON (paroles Aaron Prevots) It was in the dark night, on the old yellowed church steeple The moon burning bright, as if to wake the town’s people Oh moon what somber spirit in the darkness makes you walk As if along a thread where your deep eyes seem to stalk? Are you just some strange ball, a thin spider big and tall Rolling along like someone dead, without arms or a head? Is it some worm that bit you, where your black disk seems to crawl And stretch and then begin to thin its reflection on the wall? For you came pale and gloomy down to my windowpanes And through these iron bars made me lonely all over again It was in the dark night, on the old yellowed church tower The moon burning bright, as if to sound a fateful hour RÉGION / REGION : FRANCE, XIXe siècle PAROLES / LYRICS PAROLES ET ACCORDS / LYRICS AND CHORDS VERSION RALENTIE / SLOW VERSION :
C’était dans la nuit brun-e Sur le clocher jauni La lun-e, la lun-e Comme un point sur un i
Lun-e, quel esprit sombr-e Promène au bout d’un fil Dans l’ombr-e, dans l’ombr-e Ta face et ton profil ?
N’es-tu rien qu’un-e boul-e Qu’un grand faucheux bien gras Qui roul-e, qui roul-e Sans pattes et sans bras ?
Est-ce un ver qui te rong-e Quand ton disqu-e noirci S’allong-e, s’allong-e Et en croissant rétréci ?
Car tu vins, pâle et morn-e Coller sur mes carreaux Ta corn-e, ta corn-e À travers mes barreaux
Je viens voir à la brun-e Sur le clocher jauni La lun-e, la lun-e Comme un point sur un i
BALLAD TO THE MOON (paroles Aaron Prevots)
It was in the dark night, on the old yellowed church steeple The moon burning bright, as if to wake the town’s people
Oh moon what somber spirit in the darkness makes you walk As if along a thread where your deep eyes seem to stalk?
Are you just some strange ball, a thin spider big and tall Rolling along like someone dead, without arms or a head?
Is it some worm that bit you, where your black disk seems to crawl And stretch and then begin to thin its reflection on the wall?
For you came pale and gloomy down to my windowpanes And through these iron bars made me lonely all over again
It was in the dark night, on the old yellowed church tower The moon burning bright, as if to sound a fateful hour
RÉGION / REGION : FRANCE, XIXe siècle
PAROLES / LYRICS
PAROLES ET ACCORDS / LYRICS AND CHORDS
VERSION RALENTIE / SLOW VERSION :
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