Poldowski – Berceuse d’Armorique

Poldowski – Berceuse d’Armorique Lyrics

Artist: Poldowski
Song: Berceuse d’Armorique

Dors, petit enfant, dans ton lit bien clos:
Dieu prenne en pitié les matelots!
– Chante ta chanson, chante, bonne vieille!
La lune se lève et la mer s’éveille

Quand tu seras mousse, hélas! c’est le vent
Qui te bercera dans ton lit mouvant
– Chante ta chanson, chante, bonne vieille!
La lune se lève et la mer s’éveille

Déjà dans ton âme a chanté la mer
Son chant doux aux fils, aux mères amer
– Chante ta chanson, chante, bonne vieille!
La lune se lève et la mer s’éveille

Au Pays du Froid, ton père a sombré
Tu naissais alors, je n’ai pas pleuré
– Chante ta chanson, chante, bonne vieille!
La lune se lève et la mer s’éveille

Au pays du Froid, la boule des fiords
Chante sa berceuse en berçant les morts
– Chante ta chanson, chante, bonne vieille!
La lune se lève et la mer s’éveille

Dors, petit enfant, dans ton lit bien doux
Car tu t’en iras comme ils s’en vont tous
– Chante ta chanson, chante, bonne vieille!
La lune se lève et la mer s’éveille

Tes yeux ont déjà la couleur des flots
Dieu prenne en pitié les bons matelots!
– Chante ta chanson, chante, bonne vieille!
La lune se lève et la mer s’éveille

Car c’est pour les flots que nous enfantons
Tous meurent marins, qui sont nés Bretons
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Berceuse d’Armorique Lyrics – English Translation

Dors, small child, in your well closed bed:
God takes pity on sailors!
– Singer your song, sing, good old!
The moon rises and the sea wakes up

When you are foam, alas! It’s the wind
Who will rock you in your moving bed
– Singer your song, sing, good old!
The moon rises and the sea wakes up

Already in your soul sang the sea
His sweet song to the threads, to the bitter mothers
– Singer your song, sing, good old!
The moon rises and the sea wakes up

In the land of cold, your father sank
You were born then, I did not cry
– Singer your song, sing, good old!
The moon rises and the sea wakes up

In the land of cold, the Fiords ball
Sing his lullaby while seasing the dead
– Singer your song, sing, good old!
The moon rises and the sea wakes up

Dors, small child, in your very soft bed
Because you will go as they all go away
– Singer your song, sing, good old!
The moon rises and the sea wakes up

Your eyes already have the color of the waves
God takes pity on good sailors!
– Singer your song, sing, good old!
The moon rises and the sea wakes up

Because it is for the waves that we child
All die sailors, who were born Breton
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Poldowski Lyrics – Berceuse d’Armorique

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Release Year: 2017