Текст песни Sarah Brightman - Voici le printemps
Sarah Brightman - Voici le printemps слова песни
Voici le printemps qui passe;
"Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour!
Ami, cede-moi ta place,
J`en ai besoin pour un jour.
C`est moi qui fais la toilette
Des bois, des pres et des fleurs.
Donne vite ta navette;
Tu sais qu`on m`attend ailleurs."
Voici le printemps qui passe;
"Bonjour, mon peintre, bonjour!
Ta main s`obstine et se lasse,
A faire un semblant du jour.
Donne vite ta palette
Ta palette et ton pinceau.
Tu vas voir le ciel en fate
Rajeunir dans mon tableau."
Voici le printemps qui passe;
"Bonjour, fillettes, bonjour!
Donnez vos fuseaux, de grace,
Que je travaille a mon tour.
J`ai promis sous less charmilles
Ma laine aux nids d`alentour.
Je vous dirai, jeunes filles,
Ou se niche aussi l`amour."
Here is the Spring passing by
Here is the Spring passing by;
"Good day, weaver, good day!
My friend, lend me your chair,
I need it for a day.
I am he who cleanses
The woods, the meadows and the flowers.
Quickly, lend me your shuttle;
I am awaited elsewhere, you know."
Here is the Spring passing by;
"Good day, painter, good day!
Your labouring hand grows weary
As it makes a likeness of the day.
Quickly, lend me your palette,
your palette and your brush.
You will see the festive sky
Revitalised in my picture.
Here is the Spring passing by;
"Good day, maidens, good day!
Lend me your spindles, I implore you,
That I in my turn may work.
Under the arbours I promised
My wool to the nests round about.
I will tell you, o maidens,
the place where love also nestles."