FRENCH POP LYRICS
Laïs are a femal vocal trio who have recorded some stunning a cappella material. They are Flemish but they occasionally sing in French. This track is from their debut album, released in 1998.
‘Grand Jacques’ is a cover of a Jacques Brel song that originally appeared on his first album in 1954. The title is a reference to his childhood nickname (he was the tallest in his class at school).
GRAND JACQUES C'est trop facile d'entrer aux églises De déverser toute sa saleté Face au curé qui dans la lumière grise Ferme les yeux pour mieux nous pardonner Tais-toi donc, grand Jacques Que connais-tu du Bon Dieu ? Un cantique, une image Tu n'en connais rien de mieux C'est trop facile quand les guerres sont finies D'aller gueuler que c'était la dernière Ami bourgeois vous me faites envie Vous ne voyez donc point vos cimetières Tais-toi donc grand Jacques Laisse-les donc crier Laisse-les pleurer de joie Toi qui ne fus même pas soldat C'est trop facile quand un amour se meurt Qu'il craque en deux parce qu'on l'a trop plié D'aller pleurer comme les hommes pleurent Comme si l'amour durait l'éternité Tais-toi donc grand Jacques Que connais-tu de l'amour ? Des yeux bleus, des cheveux fous Tu n'en connais rien du tout Et dis-toi donc grand Jacques Dis-le-toi bien souvent C'est trop facile, C'est trop facile, De faire semblant. |
BIG JACQUES It's too easy to enter churches To pour out all of our filth, Facing the priest who, in the dim light, Closes his eyes to pardon us better So keep quiet, big Jacques, What do you know of the Good Lord? A hymn, a picture You know nothing better. It's too easy when wars are over To go around shouting that it was the last. My middle class friends, I envy you You never see your cemetries at all So keep quiet, big Jacques, Let them cry out, Let them weep with joy, You who were never a soldier yourself. It's too easy, when a love affair dies, That cracks in two because we've bent it too far, To go about weeping like all men weep, As if love lasted for eternity So keep quiet, big Jacques, What do you know about love? Some blue eyes, some crazy hair You know nothing about it at all And so tell yourself, big Jacques, Tell yourself quite often: It's too easy, It's too easy, To pretend. |
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