Paroles de La Storia Di Un Soldato
Ennio Morricone
Bugles are calling
From prairie to shore,
Sign up and fall in
And march off to war
Drums beating loudly
Hearts beating proudly
March blue and grey
And smile as you go.
Smoke hides the valleys
And fire paints the plains,
Loud roar the cannons
Till ruin remains;
Blue grass and cotton
Burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone
So, soldier, march on
To die.
Count all the crosses
And count all the tears,
These are the losses
And sad souvenirs;
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice,
How high is the price.
There in the distance
A flag I can’t see
Scorched and in ribbons
But whose can it be.
How ends the story?
Whose is the glory?
Ask if we dare
Our comrades out there
Who sleep.
Count all the crosses
And count all the tears,
These are the losses
And sad souvenirs;
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice,
How high is the price,
We pay.
How ends the story,
Whose is the glory,
Ask if we dare
Our comrades out there who sleep.
InterprèteEnnio Morricone
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La storia di un soldato
Bugles are calling
« Les clairons vous appellent des prairies
From prairie to shore,
Formez les rangs et partez en guerre
Sign up and fall in
Les tambours roulent
And march off to war
Les cœurs sont emplis de fierté
Drums beating loudly
Marchez, soldats
Hearts beating proudly
Et gardez le sourire
March blue and grey
De la fumée cache la vallée
And smile as you go.
Des flammes courent sur la plaine
Les canons grondent sourdement
Smoke hides the valleys
Tout n’est que ruines
And fire paints the plains,
Pâturin et coton, brûlés et oubliés
Loud roar the cannons
Tout espoir semble mort
Till ruin remains;
Alors, soldat, marche vers ta mort
Blue grass and cotton
Compte chaque croix
Burnt and forgotten
Compte chaque larme
All hope seems gone
Ce sont les pertes et les tristes souvenirs
So, soldier, march on
Cette désolation était jadis une nation
To die.
Ainsi en est-il
Quel est le prix que l’on paie ?
Count all the crosses
Au loin je vois un drapeau
And count all the tears,
Grimaçant, en lambeaux
These are the losses
Mais à qui appartient-il ?
And sad souvenirs;
Comment finit l’histoire ?
This devastation
A qui va la gloire ?
Once was a nation
Demandons-le, si on l’ose
So fall the dice,
A nos camarades endormis »
How high is the price.
There in the distance
A flag I can’t see
Scorched and in ribbons
But whose can it be.
How ends the story?
Whose is the glory?
Ask if we dare
Our comrades out there
Who sleep.
Count all the crosses
And count all the tears,
These are the losses
And sad souvenirs;
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice,
How high is the price,
We pay.
How ends the story,
Whose is the glory,
Ask if we dare
Our comrades out there who sleep.
InterprèteEnnio Morricone
LabelBMG
Paroles certifiées par nos experts