La ballade de Jonathan Lewis Lyrics – Bodh’aktan
Singer: Bodh’aktan
Title: La ballade de Jonathan Lewis
Il est là, je le vois… Ancré au fond de moi
Au village il est roi. Elles le veulent par centaines
Et elles dansent et elles pensent aller jusqu’à ses lèvres
Mais j’espère en silence qu’il choisira les miennes
Je ferai mes cheveux pour lui à la chandelle
Pour qu’enfin il me trouve encorе un peu plus belle…
Sous mon plus bеau corsage je manque de courage
Je dessine son corps, la plus belle des images
J’aurai beau me mentir je voudrais le lui dire
Je voudrais mon Jonathan Lewis!
Droit comme un chêne, fort comme un ours
Rien n’est problème, il fait l’envie de tous…
Il sait chanter fleurette, courtiser comme un loup
Rien ne l’arrête, pauvre de nous…
On aura beau s’mentir, enterrer les ouï-dire…
On serait tous des Jonathan Lewis!
Par-delà les contrées, les paroisses éloignées
Exploits et légendes ne font que raviver
L’écho son nom, l’étendue d’son histoire
Clamés haut et fort par tous les racontars
On aura beau s’mentir, enterrer les ouï-dire…
On serait tous des Jonathan Lewis!
Joyeux fêtard, plus souvent qu’a son tour
Levant bien haut le coude, jusqu’à l’orée du jour…
Malgré les rumeurs sur les parvis d’églises
Jo Lewis fait face, peu importe ses bêtises
On aura beau s’mentir, enterrer les ouï-dire…
On serait tous des Jonathan Lewis!
Au trépas venu, inévitable avenue
À la croisée des chemins, mon destin…
Ayant choisi L’Enfer, décidant d’y entrer
Quelle surprise, en tournant la poignée…
C’étaient tous des Jonathan Lewis!
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La ballade de Jonathan Lewis – English Translation
He’s here, I see it … anchored at the bottom of me
In the village he is king. They want it by hundreds
And they dance and they think go to his lips
But I hope in silence that he will choose mine
I will make my hair for him to the candle
To finally find me again a little more beautiful …
Under my best bite bodice I lack courage
I draw his body, the most beautiful of the images
I will have to lie to me I would like to tell him
I would like my Jonathan Lewis!
Right as an oak, strong like a bear
Nothing is wrong, it is envying all …
He knows how to sing Fleurette, won like a wolf
Nothing stops, poor from us …
We will be beautiful, burying the hearsay …
We would all be Jonathan Lewis!
Beyond the lands, the remote parishes
Exploits and legends do only revive
The echo his name, the extent of his history
Clames high and strong by all the told
We will be beautiful, burying the hearsay …
We would all be Jonathan Lewis!
Happy party worker, more often than his turn
Leaving high elbow, until the edge of the day …
Despite rumors about church forecourts
Jo Lewis faces, no matter his nonsense
We will be beautiful, burying the hearsay …
We would all be Jonathan Lewis!
At death, inevitable avenue
At the crossroads, my destiny …
Having chosen hell, deciding to enter
What a surprise, turning the handle …
They were all Jonathan Lewis!
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Lyrics Bodh’aktan – La ballade de Jonathan Lewis
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