Il est quelqu'un sur terre
Language: French (Français)
Il est quelqu'un sur terre,
Va, mon rouet!
Docile, tourne, va ton train,
et dis, tout bas, ton doux refrain,
Il est quelqu'un sur terre,
Vers qui me rêves vont.
Il est dans la vallée,
Va, mon rouet!
Docile, tourne, va ton train,
et dis, tout bas, ton doux refrain,
Il est dans la vallée,
Un moulin près du pont.
L'amour y moud' sa graine,
Va, mon rouet!
Docile, tourne, va ton train,
et dis, tout bas, ton doux refrain,
L'amour y moud' sa graine,
Tant que le jour est long.
La nuit vers les étoiles,
Va, mon rouet!
Docile, tourne, va ton train,
et dis, tout bas, ton doux refrain,
La nuit vers les étoiles,
Soupire sa chanson.
La rou' s'y est brisée.
Va, mon rouet!
Docile, tourne, va ton train,
et dis, tout bas, ton doux refrain,
La rou' s'y est brisée.
Finie est la chanson.
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "There is someone in the world", copyright ©
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This text was added to the website: 2003-10-14
Line count: 30
Word count: 148
There is someone in the world
Language: English after the French (Français)
There is someone in the world,
Move, my little spinning wheel!
Gently turn, go on your way,
And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,
There is someone in the world
To whom my dreams lead me.
There is in the valley,
Move, my little wheel!
Gently turn, go on your way,
And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,
There is in the valley,
A windmill by the bridge.
Love grinds its barley there,
Move, my little wheel!
Gently turn, go on your way,
And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,
Love grinds its barley there,
All day long.
Night turns toward the stars,
Move, my little wheel!
Gently turn, go on your way,
And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,
Night turns toward the stars,
And sighs its song.
The wheel there has broken.
Move, my little wheel!
Gently turn, go on your way,
And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,
The wheel there has broken.
Finished is the song.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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This text was added to the website: 2015-01-14
Line count: 30
Word count: 170