Текст (слова) песни: Celine Dion - The White Roses

Ctait un gamin un gosse de paris

Sa seule famille tait sa mre

Une pauvre fille aux grands yeux fltris

Par le chagrin et la misre

It was a kid a boy from paris

His sole family was his mother

A poor girls with big faded eyes

By sorrow and misery

Elle aimait les fleurs, les roses surtout

Et le cher bambin, le dimanche

Lui apportait des roses blanches

Au lieu dacheter des joujoux

La clinant bien tendrement

Il disait en les lui donnant

She loved flowers, especially roses

And the belowed child, on sundays

Was bringing her some white roses

Instead of buy toys for himself

Caressing her tenderly

He was saying while giving them to her

cest aujourdhui dimanche

Tiens ma jolie maman

Voici des roses blanches

Toi qui les aimes tant

Va quand je serai grand

Jachterai au marchand

Toutes ses roses blanches

Pour toi jolie mam

"today its sunday

Here my beautiful mom

Here are some white roses

You who love them so much

Go when Ill grow old

I will buy from the store

All of his white roses

For you beautiful mommy"

Au dernier printemps le destin brutal

Vint frapper la blonde ouvrire

Elle tomba malade et pour lhopital

Le gamin vit partir sa mre

Un matin davril parmi les promeneurs

Nayant plus un sous dans sa poche

Sur un march le pauvre gosse

Furtivement vola quelques fleurs

La fleuriste layant surpris, en baissant la tte il lui dit

On last spring brutal destiny

Came hitting the blond worker

She became ill and for the hospital

The boy saw his mother leave

A morning of april among the walkers

Not having anymore a single penny in his pocket

On the market the poor boy

Furtively stole some flowers

The florist (woman) having caught him, lowering his eyes he told her

cest aujourdhui dimanche

Et jallais voir maman

Jai pris ces roses blanches

Elle les aiment tant

Sur son petit lit blanc

L-bas elle mattend

Jai pris ces roses blanches

Pour ma jolie mam

"today its sunday

And I was going to visit mommy

I took those white roses

She love them so much

On her little white bed

In there shes waiting for me

I took those white roses

For my beautiful mommy"

La marchande mue doucement lui dit

emporte-les je te les donne

Elle lembrassa et lenfant partit

Tout rayonnant quon le pardonne

Puis lhpital il vint en courant

Pour offrir les fleurs sa mre

Mais en le voyant une infirmire

Lui dit: tu nas plus de mam

Et le gamin sagenouillant, dit devant le petit lit blanc

The touched merchant told him softly

"have them I give them to you"

She kissed him and he left

All shinning that he was forgiven

Then to the hospital he came running

To offer the flowers to his mother

But seeing him a nurse

Told him: "you no longer have a mommy"

And the boy kneeling down told in front of the little white bed

cest aujourdhui dimanche

Tiens ma jolie maman

Voici des roses blanches

Toi qui les aimais tant

Et quand tu ten iras

Au grand jardin l-bas

Ces belles roses blanches

Tu les emporter

"today its sunday

Here my beautiful mom

Here are some white roses

You who loved them so much

And when youll leave

To the great garden up there

Those beautiful white roses

Youll bring them along"

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Celine Dion - The White Roses Ctait un gamin un gosse de paris Sa seule famille tait sa mre Une pauvre fille aux grands yeux fltris Par le chagrin et la misre It was a kid a boy from paris His sole family was his mother A poor girls with big faded eyes By sorrow and misery Elle aimait les fleurs, les roses surtout Et le cher bambin, le dimanche Lui apportait des roses blanches Au lieu dacheter des joujoux La clinant bien tendrement Il disait en les lui donnant She loved flowers, especially roses And the belowed child, on sundays Was bringing her some white roses Instead of buy toys for himself Caressing her tenderly He was saying while giving them to her cest aujourdhui dimanche Tiens ma jolie maman Voici des roses blanches Toi qui les aimes tant Va quand je serai grand Jachterai au marchand Toutes ses roses blanches Pour toi jolie mam "today its sunday Here my beautiful mom Here are some white roses You who love them so much Go when Ill grow old I will buy from the store All of his white roses For you beautiful mommy" Au dernier printemps le destin brutal Vint frapper la blonde ouvrire Elle tomba malade et pour lhopital Le gamin vit partir sa mre Un matin davril parmi les promeneurs Nayant plus un sous dans sa poche Sur un march le pauvre gosse Furtivement vola quelques fleurs La fleuriste layant surpris, en baissant la tte il lui dit On last spring brutal destiny Came hitting the blond worker She became ill and for the hospital The boy saw his mother leave A morning of april among the walkers Not having anymore a single penny in his pocket On the market the poor boy Furtively stole some flowers The florist (woman) having caught him, lowering his eyes he told her cest aujourdhui dimanche Et jallais voir maman Jai pris ces roses blanches Elle les aiment tant Sur son petit lit blanc L-bas elle mattend Jai pris ces roses blanches Pour ma jolie mam "today its sunday And I was going to visit mommy I took those white roses She love them so much On her little white bed In there shes waiting for me I took those white roses For my beautiful mommy" La marchande mue doucement lui dit emporte-les je te les donne Elle lembrassa et lenfant partit Tout rayonnant quon le pardonne Puis lhpital il vint en courant Pour offrir les fleurs sa mre Mais en le voyant une infirmire Lui dit: tu nas plus de mam Et le gamin sagenouillant, dit devant le petit lit blanc The touched merchant told him softly "have them I give them to you" She kissed him and he left All shinning that he was forgiven Then to the hospital he came running To offer the flowers to his mother But seeing him a nurse Told him: "you no longer have a mommy" And the boy kneeling down told in front of the little white bed cest aujourdhui dimanche Tiens ma jolie maman Voici des roses blanches Toi qui les aimais tant Et quand tu ten iras Au grand jardin l-bas Ces belles roses blanches Tu les emporter "today its sunday Here my beautiful mom Here are some white roses You who loved them so much And when youll leave To the great garden up there Those beautiful white roses Youll bring them along" Нравится песня? 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