Vitrier Lyrics in English Olivia Ruiz
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Vitrier by Olivia Ruiz from French to English.
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Les mains sales et le corps lassé de porter de porte en porte
Dirty hands and body tired of carrying from door to door
De gueuler d'une voix trop forte à en briser le verre
To yell in a voice too loud to break the glass
Vent glacial ou pluie mesquine
Freezing wind or petty rain
Tandis que la bourgeoise bouquine
While the bourgeois is reading
Un livre sur la condition des hommes
A book on the condition of men
Il rode sous la fenetre en se disant peut-etre gueulant de tout son etre
He's prowling under the window saying to himself, maybe yelling with all his being
Refrain :
Chorus :
Vitrier, vitrier
glazier, glazier
Dans son bleu réglementaire
In its regulatory blue
Vitrier, vitrier
glazier, glazier
La casquette de travers qu'il était beau le père
The crooked cap that he was handsome the father
Vitrier, vitrier
glazier, glazier
Artisan ouvrier c'est ce qui le rendait fier
Artisan worker that's what made him proud
C'est ce qui le rendait fier
That's what made him proud
Il mettait tout son coeur à l'ouvrage
He put his whole heart into the work
Pour que le vent prenne pas tout leur chauffage
So that the wind doesn't take all their heating
Et puis un jour dans la modernité
And then one day in modernity
Le double vitrage l'a mis sur le carreau
The double glazing put him on the tile
On n'entendit plus son beau chant d'oiseau prolo
We no longer heard her beautiful bird song prolo
Vitrier, vitrier
glazier, glazier
Dans son bleu réglementaire
In its regulatory blue
Vitrier, vitrier
glazier, glazier
La casquette de travers qu'il était beau le père
The crooked cap that he was handsome the father
Vitrier, vitrier
glazier, glazier
Artisan ouvrier c'est ce qui le rendait fier
Artisan worker that's what made him proud
C'est ce qu'il le rendait fier
That's what made him proud
Il a rangé son bleu au placard
He put his blue in the closet
Il fout plus jamais les pieds sur l'trottoir
He never sets foot on the sidewalk again
Maintenant ses os se brisent comme du verre
Now her bones are breaking like glass
Il espère que là-haut les prolos auront des choses à faire
He hopes that up there the proles will have things to do
Il s'occupera de la fenetre du bon Dieu avec ses ailes attachées à son bleu
He will take care of the window of the good Lord with his wings attached to his blue
Le pauvre vieux chaque jour déraille il parle la nuit de réparer du vitrail
The poor old man derails every day he talks at night about repairing stained glass
Et de chanter aux Cieux
And sing to the skies
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