Chanson triste [English translation]
Chanson triste [English translation]
In front of his empty page a musician begins
A sad waltz, they're not always cheerful, the artists
He sings for himself the notes which come to him
Like an autumn wind, it' s not always cheerful, Poland
His song, his sadness stole it from the piano
And it's spinning on your stereo
The night when your heart's heavy
His song is the farewell he couldn't say to her.
A music to remember, to remember...
The sun lights up again, he's worn out his quill
On his sad waltz, they' re not often sleeping, the artists
No matter who you love, farewells are all the same
And the autumn wind goes much further than Poland
His song, he made it without knowing how
Maybe it's his very heart we're hearing
When someone else sings it while passing
His song is the farewell he couldn't tell her
A music to remember, to remember...
In front of his empty page a musician begins
A sad waltz, they're not always cheerful, the artists
He sings for himself the notes which come to him
Like an autumn wind, it' s not always cheerful, Poland
- Artist:Joe Dassin