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Music: Lenny Kuhr
Lyrics: Pierre Cour, Eddy Marnay
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De quelques mots, d’une musique
Il faisait rire son public
Ou le rendait mélancolique
Le troubadour

Il savait raconter l’histoire
Du chevalier couvert de gloire
Qui succombat pour un amour
Le troubadour

Pour quelques sols, pour presque rien
Un peu de pain, un verre de vin
Il inventait rires et douleur
Le troubadour, le troubadour

Et sous ses doigts de sa guitare
S’envolaient des chansons à boire
Que les hommes reprenaient en cœur
Le troubadour, le troubadour

La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…

Mais quand la chanson devient drame
Pleurez, pleurez, mes belles dames
Donnez vos larmes de velours
Au troubadour

Ne plaignez pas Polichinelle
Qui tua la belle infidèle
Et qui mourut de son amour
De troubadour

Et c’est ainsi qu’il a chanté
Sa propre vie au monde entier
Ses joies, ses peines et ses amours
Le troubadour, le troubadour

Il a donné son cœur d’enfant
Et quelques gouttes de son sang
Et quelques larmes d’un amour
De troubadour, de troubadour

Il ne reste rien aujourd’hui
Qu’un peu de vent, qu’un peu de pluie
Autour d’une chanson d’amour
Chanson d’amour

Avec quelques mots, une musique
Il faisait rire son public
Ou le rendait mélancolique
Le troubadour

La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…

Oh… la lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
Ala ho ho ho…

Translation
With a few words and a melody
He made his audience laugh
Or made them sad
The troubadour

He could tell the story
Of the knight covered with glory
Who succumbed to a love
The troubadour

For a few dimes, almost nothing
A bit of bread, a glass of wine
He invented laughter and sorrow
The troubadour, the troubadour

And from under his fingers on his guitar
Flew out drinking songs
That the men took back in their heart
The troubadour, the troubadour

La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…

But when the song becomes a drama
Cry, cry, my beautiful ladies
Give your velvet tears
To the troubadour

Don’t pity Punchinello
Who killed the beautiful heathen
And who died of the love
Of the troubadour

And that’s how he sang
His own life to the whole world
His joys, his sorrows and his loves
The troubadour, the troubadour
He gave his child’s heart
And a few drops of his blood
And a few tears of a lovely
Troubadour, troubadour

Today nothing is left
But a little wind, but a little rain
Around a song of love
Song of love

With a few words and a melody
He made his audience laugh
Or made them sad
The troubadour

La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…

Oh… la lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
La lalala lala laylala laylala…
La lala laylala la…
Ala ho ho ho…

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