Emmanuelle Parrenin – Thibault et L’arbre D’or Lyrics
Artist: Emmanuelle Parrenin
Song: Thibault et L’arbre D’or
Thibault était né au pied d’une montagne sacrée
Dont la toison, les rocs caressaient le soleil et les fées
Il avait choisit d’y faire pousser un fruit
Un fruit au goût de vie
Couleur d’or
Il but le jus de son enfance au sein gonflé du souffle de l’été
Sa jeunesse, ses rires résonnaient sur les monts gelés
Il avait choisit d’y faire pousser un fruit
Un fruit au gout de vie
Couleur d’or
Le jour des ses vingt ans il prit pelles еt pioches et creusa la tеrre
C’était pour y planter u arbre
Coulez sève, prenez vie
Je m’accroche aux racines
Tout mon être s’agglutine
Tirez, arbres, vos branches dans les airs
Il laissa fendre ses humeurs au gré des vents
Brillant parmi les dieux
Puis vint le jour où ses enfants parlèrent de maison de vieux
Il avait choisit d’y faire pousser un fruit
Un fruit au gout de vie
Couleur d’or
Tout seul sans déranger personne préparant son départ
C’était pour s’en aller vers une ville grise qu’il quittait ses remparts
Mais avant de prendre chemin il pensa à l’arbre
Son arbre s’était nourri comme lui d’odeur des neiges
D’air et de charmes
Il avait choisit d’y faire pousser un fruit
Un fruit au gout de vie
Couleur d’or
Au pied de l’arbre il se coucha et regarda danser l’écureuil
Doucement il s’éteignit, le cœur tiède
Il ne se rend pas seul
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Thibault et L’arbre D’or Lyrics – English Translation
Thibault was born at the foot of a sacred mountain
Whose fleece, the rocks caressed the sun and the fairies
He had chosen to grow a fruit
A fruit with a taste of life
Golden color
He turns out to the juice of his childhood in swollen the breath of summer
His youth, his laughs echoed on the frozen mountains
He had chosen to grow a fruit
A fruit of life
Golden color
On the day of his twenty years he took shovels drawn and bent the tе
It was to plant a tree
Pour sap, come to life
I cling to the roots
All my being aged
Pull, trees, your branches in the air
He let his moods split up at the winds
Brilliant among the gods
Then came the day when his children talked about the house of old
He had chosen to grow a fruit
A fruit of life
Golden color
All alone without disturbing anyone preparing their departure
It was to leave for a gray city that he left his ramparts
But before taking the way he thought of the tree
His tree had nourished like him with snow
Air and charms
He had chosen to grow a fruit
A fruit of life
Golden color
At the foot of the tree he lay down and watched the squirrel dance
Slowly it died out, a lukewarm heart
He doesn’t go alone
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Emmanuelle Parrenin Lyrics – Thibault et L’arbre D’or
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Release Year: 1977