Sarah Brightman - Voici Le Printemps Lyrics
Voice le printemps qui passe;Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour!Ami, cde-moi ta place,Jen ai besoin pour un jour.Cest moi qui fais la toiletteDes bois, des prs et des fleurs.Donne vite ta navette;Tu sais quon mattend ailleurs.Voice le printemps qui passe;Bonjour, mon peintre, bonjour!Ta main sobstine et se lasse,à faire un semblant du jour.Donne vite ta paletteTa palette et ton pinceau.Tu vas voir le ciel en fateRajeunir dans mon tableau.Voice le printemps qui passe;Bonjour, fillettes, bonjour!Donnez vos fuseaux, de grâce,Que je travaille mon tour.Jai promis sous less charmillesMa laine aux nids dalentour.Je vous dirai, jeunes filles,O se niche aussi lamour.Here is the spring passing byHere is the spring passing by;Good day, weaver, good day!My friend, lend me your chair,I need it for a day.I am he who cleansesThe woods, the meadows and the flowers.Quickly, lend me your shuttle;I am awaited elsewhere, you know.Here is the spring passing by;Good day, painter, good day!Your labouring hand grows wearyAs it makes a likeness of the day.Quickly, lend me your palette,Your palette and your brush.You will see the festive skyRevitalised in my picture.Here is the spring passing by;Good day, maidens, good day!Lend me your spindles, I implore you,That I in my turn may work.Under the arbours I promisedMy wool to the nests round about.I will tell you, o maidens,The place where love also nestles.
