Claude-Michel Schonberg - L'évêque de Digne | Текст песни

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POLICIER 1:
Répète donc un peu ta fable

POLICIER 2:
Si tu l'oses à Monseigneur

POLICIER 1:
Toi qui as partagé sa table

POLICIER 2:
Toi qui fus l'hôte de Monseigneur
Et par charité chrétienne
Quand il connut ton passé

POLICIER 1:
Tu prétends qu'il t'a offert
Ces couverts d'argent

L'ÉVÊQUE:
Il dit vrai!
Mais mon ami vous êtes parti
En laissant ces chandeliers
Je vous avais pourtant bien dit
Qu'il fallait les emporter
Messieurs, relâchez cet homme!
Il a dit la vérité
Retournez servir la justice
Allez, que Dieu vous bénisse

Et toi, Jean Valjean, mon frère
Ne désespère plus de lui
Dieu t'envoie ces présents du ciel
Recommence une autre vie
C'est ton âme que j'achète
C'est ton âme que je veux
Et au nom de tous les saints
Ce soir je la donne à Dieu

POLICEMAN 1:
Tell your story again
POLICEMAN 2:
To the Bishop, if you dare to
POLICEMAN 1:
You who shared his table
POLICEMAN 2:
You who was the guest of His Grace
And through Christian charity
When he knew your past
POLICEMAN 1:
You claim that he gave you
This silver cutlery
BISHOP:
He's telling the truth!
But my friend you left
Without these candlesticks
Yet I had told you
That you must take them
Gentlemen, release this man!
He has told the truth
Return to serving the law
Go, may God bless you
And you, Jean Valjean, my brother
Do not despair over him anymore
God sends you these gifts from Heaven
Begin another life
It's your soul that I'm buying
It's your soul that I want
And in the name of all the saints
Tonight I'm giving it to God
VALJEAN
I don't know anymore
Oh my God, I no longer know
If the man who I have become
Can still be saved.
Is this what I want?
The sweetness of a deceptive word
Cannot dry the burning flood of my hate.
Alone in the night.
I cry out for anybody.
Can the destiny of a man
Suddenly change?
If there is another path for me,
I missed it, twenty years ago.
My life is a life lost at birth
At the first wrong step, in the name of justice,
Chains around my feet and handcuffs on my hands
For having taken a piece of bread


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