La traduction de Seasons In The Sun de Terry Jacks est disponible en bas de page juste après les paroles originales
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach
Traduction Seasons In The Sun - Terry Jacks
Au revoir à toi, mon ami de confiance,
On s'est connu quand on avait 9 ou 10 ans,
Ensemble on grimpait collines et arbres,
On a apprit l'amour et l'alphabet,
écorché nos coeurs et nos genoux.
Au revoir ami, c'est dur de mourir,
quand tous les oiseaux chantent dans le ciel,
Maintenant que le printemps est proche,
Les jolies filles sont partout,
pense à moi et je serai là.
On s'amusait, on jouissait les saisons de soleil,
Mais les collines qu'on grimpait
étaient juste des saisons en dehors du temps...
Au revoir, papa, prie pour moi,
j'étais le mouton noir de la famille,
Tu as voulu m'apprendre le juste du faux,
Trop de vin et trop de chansons,
je me demande comment je me suis débrouillé.
Au revoir papa, c'est dur de mourir,
quand tous les oiseaux chantent dans le ciel,
Maintenant que le printemps est proche,
Les p'tits enfants sont partout,
quand tu les vois je serai là.
On s'amusait, on jouissait les saisons de soleil,
Mais les collines qu'on grimpait
étaient juste des saisons en dehors du temps...
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