Kurt Weill – Complainte de la Seine

Kurt Weill – Complainte de la Seine Lyrics

Artist: Kurt Weill
Song: 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 Lyrics – 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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Kurt Weill Lyrics – Complainte de la Seine

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Release Year: 2005