Les Fin'Amoureuses - La fiancée | Текст песни

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Je voudrais être fiancée, j’irais peut-être plus aux champs.
Voilà la belle fiancée : elle va toujours aux champs.
Adieu les amourettes, adieu pour bien longtemps.

Je voudrais etre mariée, j’irais peut-être plus aux champs.
Voilà la belle mariée, elle va toujours aux champs,
Adieu les amourettes, adieu pour bien longtemps.

Je voudrais etre enceinte, j’irais peut-être plus aux champs.
Voilà la belle enceinte, elle va toujours aux champs.
Adieu les amourettes, adieu pour bien longtemps.

Je voudrais etre accouchée, j’irais peut-être plus aux champs.
Voilà la belle accouchée, elle va toujours aux champs.
Adieux les amourettes, adieu pour bien longtemps.

Je voudrais etre vieille, j’irais peut-être plus aux champs.
Voilà la belle vieille, elle va toujours aux champs.
Adieu les amourettes, adieu pour bien longtemps.

Je voudrais etre morte, j’irais peut-être plus aux champs.
Voilà la belle morte, elle ne va plus aux champs.
Adieu les amourettes, adieu pour bien longtemps.

Betrothed
I wish I were betrothed; perhaps I would no longer go to the fields.
But now the fair maid is betrothed, and still she goes to the fields.
Farewell to flirting, farewell for many a long year.

I wish I were wed; perhaps I would no longer go to the fields.
But now the fair maid is wed, and still she goes to the fields.
Farewell to flirting, farewell for many a long year.

I wish I were with child; perhaps I would no longer go to the fields.
But now the fair maid is with child, and still she goes to the fields.
Farewell to flirting, farewell for many a long year.

I wish I had given birth; perhaps I would no longer go to the fields.
But now the fair maid has given birth, and still she goes to the fields.
Farewell to flirting, farewell for many a long year.

I wish I were old; perhaps I would no longer go to the fields.
But now the fair maid is old, and still she goes to the fields.
Farewell to flirting, farewell for many a long year.
I wish I were dead; perhaps I would no longer go to the fields.
And now the fair maid is dead, and she no longer goes to the fields.
Farewell to flirting, farewell for many a long year.