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).


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.

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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