Текст песни Celine Dion - The White Roses
Celine Dion - The White Roses слова песни
Ctait un gamin un gosse de parisSa seule famille tait sa mreUne pauvre fille aux grands yeux fltrisPar le chagrin et la misreIt was a kid a boy from parisHis sole family was his motherA poor girls with big faded eyesBy sorrow and miseryElle aimait les fleurs, les roses surtoutEt le cher bambin, le dimancheLui apportait des roses blanchesAu lieu dacheter des joujouxLa clinant bien tendrementIl disait en les lui donnantShe loved flowers, especially rosesAnd the belowed child, on sundaysWas bringing her some white rosesInstead of buy toys for himselfCaressing her tenderlyHe was saying while giving them to hercest aujourdhui dimancheTiens ma jolie mamanVoici des roses blanchesToi qui les aimes tantVa quand je serai grandJachterai au marchandToutes ses roses blanchesPour toi jolie mam"today its sundayHere my beautiful momHere are some white rosesYou who love them so muchGo when Ill grow oldI will buy from the storeAll of his white rosesFor you beautiful mommy"Au dernier printemps le destin brutalVint frapper la blonde ouvrireElle tomba malade et pour lhopitalLe gamin vit partir sa mreUn matin davril parmi les promeneursNayant plus un sous dans sa pocheSur un march le pauvre gosseFurtivement vola quelques fleursLa fleuriste layant surpris, en baissant la tte il lui ditOn last spring brutal destinyCame hitting the blond workerShe became ill and for the hospitalThe boy saw his mother leaveA morning of april among the walkersNot having anymore a single penny in his pocketOn the market the poor boyFurtively stole some flowersThe florist (woman) having caught him, lowering his eyes he told hercest aujourdhui dimancheEt jallais voir mamanJai pris ces roses blanchesElle les aiment tantSur son petit lit blancL-bas elle mattendJai pris ces roses blanchesPour ma jolie mam"today its sundayAnd I was going to visit mommyI took those white rosesShe love them so muchOn her little white bedIn there shes waiting for meI took those white rosesFor my beautiful mommy"La marchande mue doucement lui ditemporte-les je te les donneElle lembrassa et lenfant partitTout rayonnant quon le pardonnePuis lhpital il vint en courantPour offrir les fleurs sa mreMais en le voyant une infirmireLui dit: tu nas plus de mamEt le gamin sagenouillant, dit devant le petit lit blancThe touched merchant told him softly"have them I give them to you"She kissed him and he leftAll shinning that he was forgivenThen to the hospital he came runningTo offer the flowers to his motherBut seeing him a nurseTold him: "you no longer have a mommy"And the boy kneeling down told in front of the little white bedcest aujourdhui dimancheTiens ma jolie mamanVoici des roses blanchesToi qui les aimais tantEt quand tu ten irasAu grand jardin l-basCes belles roses blanchesTu les emporter"today its sundayHere my beautiful momHere are some white rosesYou who loved them so muchAnd when youll leaveTo the great garden up thereThose beautiful white rosesYoull bring them along"