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rencontres chorales - Les Mains D'Or- Bernard Lavilliers / Pascal Arroyo (2001) Lyriques - Les sans noms / Nancy Les Mains D'Or - partition pdf Image de l'arrangement des voix 'Fa Fa' (Tenor/Alti) en relation de le voix Sop |
Les mains
d'or (Ré) - Bernard Lavilliers / Pascal Arroyo (2001)
Les sans noms / Nancy 1. Un grand soleil On dirait - la Refrain 2. J'ai passé ma vie On dirait - le |
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refrain
3. J'peux plus exister là J'me tuais refrain x2
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Fa fa-fa fa Fa fa-fa fa-dah Fa fa-fa fa Fa fa (court) |
Les jours d’après les défaites du peuple des usines par Bernard Lavilliers poète prolétarien aux bras nus. Laminés par le Capital, trahis par les politiciens, les travailleurs ne sont plus des travailleurs et n’ont plus que leurs yeux pour pleurer. No future… Minute papillon ! Quand la musique vient d’Amérique du sud, son rythme entêtant dit et redit que de Santiago à Longwy quand le peuple sera uni, c’est lui qui mènera la danse. L’avenir est entre nos mains d’or
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I giorni dopo la sconfitta del popolo delle fabbriche(
degli operai) di Bernard Lavilliers, poeta proletario dalle braccia nude.
Schiacciati dal Capitale, traditi dai politici, i lavoratori non sono più
lavoratori e a loro non restano che gli occhi per piangere. Nessun futuro..Un
attimo! Quando la musica viene dal Sud America,il ritmo stordisce e non
smette mai di ripetere che solo quando l'intero popolo da Santiago a Longwy
sarà riunito, comincerà la danza. Il futuro è tra nostre mani d'oro |
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In the days following a series of defeats suffered by factory workers, this song was written by the proletarian poet Bernard Lavilliers, literally and figuratively bras nus (with naked arms and of the people). Beaten down by capitalism, betrayed by politicians, workers are suddenly no longer workers and are left with nothing but their tears. There is no future. But hold your horses, its not over yet When the music comes from distant South America, it is carried by an intoxicating rhythm and promises over and over again, from Santiago to Longwy, to lead the dance that will unite the people. The future is in our hands of gold | |||
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