Complainte de la Seine Lyrics – Kurt Weill
Singer: Kurt Weill
Title: Complainte de la Seine
VAu fond de la Seine, il y a de l’or
Des bateaux rouillés, des bijoux, des armes
Au fond de la Seine, il y a des morts
Au fond de la Seine, il y a des larmes
Au fond de la Seine, il y a des fleurs;
De vase et de boue elles sont nourries
Au fond de la Seine, il y a des coeurs
Qui font souffrir trop pour vivre la vie
Et puis des cailloux et des bêtes grisеs
L’âme des égouts soufflant des poisons
Lеs anneaux jetés par des incomprises
Des pieds qu’une hélice a coupés du tronc
Et les fruits maudits des ventres stériles
Les blancs avortés que nul n’aima
Les vomiss#ments de la grand’ville
Au fond de la Seine, il y a cela
Ô Seine clémente où vont les cadavres
Ô lit dont les drops sont faits de limon
Fleuv’ des déchets, sans fanal, ni hâvre
Chanteuse bercant, la morgue et les ponts
Accueill’ le pauvre, accueill’ la femme
Accueill’ l’ivrogne
Accueill’ le fou
Mèle leurs sanglots au bruit de tes lames
Et porte leurs coeurs, et porte leurs coeurs
Et porte leurs coeurs, parmi les cailloux
Au fond de la Seine, il y a de l’or
Des bateaux rouillés, des bijoux, des armes
Au fond de la Seine, il y a des morts
Au fond de la Seine, il y a des larmes
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Complainte de la Seine – English Translation
Vau Found of the Seine, there is gold
Rusty boats, jewelry, weapons
At the bottom of the Seine, there are deaths
At the bottom of the Seine, there are tears
At the bottom of the Seine, there are flowers;
Of vase and mud they are nourished
At the bottom of the Seine, there are hearts
Who make people suffer too much to live life
And then pebbles and gray animals
The soul of the sewers blowing from poisons
The rings thrown by misunderstood
Feet that a propeller cut off from the trunk
And the cursed fruits of sterile bellies
The aborted whites that no one has
The vomiting of the Grand’ville
At the bottom of the Seine, there is that
O mild seine where corpses go
Ô bed whose drops are made of silt
Fleuv ‘of waste, without lantern or hastened
Lulling singer, morgue and bridges
Welcome ‘the poor, welcomed’ the woman
Welcome ‘the drunkard
Welcome ‘Le Fou
Miles their sobs with the noise of your blades
And wears their hearts, and bears their hearts
And wears their hearts, among the pebbles
At the bottom of the Seine, there is gold
Rusty boats, jewelry, weapons
At the bottom of the Seine, there are deaths
At the bottom of the Seine, there are tears
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Lyrics Kurt Weill – Complainte de la Seine
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