Lyrics Benabar - Quatre Murs Et Un Toit
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Четыре стены и крыша
Пустырь,
Неопределенные заборы,
Пара бредит
О будущем доме.
Влезаем в долги на 30 лет.
Этот флигель будет для нас,
А этот – для наших детей, —
Поправляет беременная женщина.
Работы закончены,
По крайней мере, основная часть.
Пахнет гипсом, и штукатуркой,
И совсем новой пылью.
Гипсом, и штукатуркой,
И совсем новой пылью.
Голые лампочки
Свисают со стен и с потолка,
Ребенок родился, он играет в гостиной.
Добавляем еще
Одну спальню на этаже,
Предполагается, что
Маленький братик будет к осени.
Деревья в саду тоже растут,
Однажды там можно будет
сделать шалаш.
Однажды там можно будет
сделать шалаш.
Дети выросли,
Их теперь трое,
Потихоньку заполняем чердак,
Не подозревая об этом.
Старший живет в гараже,
Чтобы быть независимым, шалаш,
К сожалению, заброшен.
Месье хотел бы вырыть
Винный погреб,
Мадам предпочла бы
Вторую ванную комнату.
Это будет вторая ванная комната.
Дети уходят и приходят,
Нагруженные грязным бельем,
Семейный дом, он становится гостиницей.
Сделали кабинет
В маленькой комнате наверху
И комнаты для друзей,
Дети уехали.
Они покинули гнездо,
В действительности этого не узнав,
Мало-помалу, вещь за вещью.
Мало-помалу, вещь за вещью.
Они живут в Париже
В квартирах, где нет пространства,
В то время как здесь слишком много места.
Ты знаешь, можно повесить
Электрические шторы,
Это, правда, немного уродливо,
Зато более практично.
Дом дремлет,
Как уставшая кошка,
В его животе урчит
Стиральная машина.
В его животе урчит
Стиральная машина.
Появляются долгожданные внуки,
Снова кладем в холодильник мороженое.
Шалаш в саду обретает
Вторую молодость.
Это консульство,
Которое вновь открывают малыши.
Чердак без боя отдает свои сокровища –
Свои игрушечные наборы для ковбоев –
Маленьким послам,
Которые во второй раз
Заселяют эту скромную землю обетованную,
Четыре стены и крышу.
Как вы знаете,
Этот дом продается,
А я, позвольте представиться,
Я агент по недвижимости,
Я должен вас предупредить,
Если вы хотите его купить,
Я предпочитаю вам об этом сказать,
Это дом с привидениями.
Не улыбайтесь, Месье,
Не бойтесь, Мадам,
Это дом с привидениями, это правда,
Но с милыми фантомами.
Чудовищами и драконами,
Которых умеют видеть малыши,
Слезами и драками,
И обильными полдниками, «закончи свои задания»,
«Мой портфель, он слишком тяжелый»,
«Оставь в покое своего брата»,
«Дети, за стол!».
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Four walls and a roof
Wasteland,
Undefined fences
Couple raves
About the future home.
Going into debt for 30 years.
This wing will be for us
And this one is for our children, -
A pregnant woman corrects.
The work is finished
At least the main part.
It smells like gypsum and plaster
And a whole new dust.
Plaster, and plaster,
And a whole new dust.
Naked light bulbs
Hanging from the walls and from the ceiling
The baby is born, he is playing in the living room.
Add more
One bedroom on the floor,
It is assumed that
Little brother will be by autumn.
The trees in the garden also grow
One day there will be
make a hut.
One day there will be
make a hut.
The children have grown
There are three of them now,
We are slowly filling the attic
Unaware of it.
The elder lives in the garage
To be independent, hut,
Unfortunately, abandoned.
Monsieur would like to dig
Wine Vault,
Madame would prefer
Second bathroom.
This will be the second bathroom.
Children come and go
Loaded with dirty laundry
A family home, it becomes a hotel.
Made a cabinet
In a small room upstairs
And rooms for friends
The children left.
They left the nest
Without really knowing it,
Little by little, thing by thing.
Little by little, thing by thing.
They live in Paris
In apartments with no space
While there is too much room here.
You know you can hang
Electric curtains,
It's a little bit ugly though
But more practical.
The house is asleep
Like a tired cat
There is a rumble in his stomach
Washer.
There is a rumble in his stomach
Washer.
Long-awaited grandchildren appear
Put ice cream in the refrigerator again.
The hut in the garden gains
Second youth.
This is the consulate,
Rediscovered by kids.
The attic gives up its treasures without a fight -
Own toy sets for cowboys -
Little ambassadors
Which for the second time
They populate this humble promised land
Four walls and a roof.
As you know,
This house is for sale,
And I, let me introduce myself,
I'm a real estate agent
I have to warn you
If you want to buy it,
I prefer to tell you this,
This is a haunted house.
Don't smile monsieur
Do not be afraid, Madame,
It's a haunted house, it's true
But with cute phantoms.
Monsters and dragons
Which kids can see
With tears and fights
And plentiful afternoon snacks, "finish your assignments"
"My briefcase, it's too heavy"
"Leave your brother alone"
"Children, to the table!"
Listen to the music
Can you hear her?
Wasteland,
Undefined fences
Couple raves
About the future home.
Going into debt for 30 years.
This wing will be for us
And this one is for our children, -
A pregnant woman corrects.
The work is finished
At least the main part.
It smells like gypsum and plaster
And a whole new dust.
Plaster, and plaster,
And a whole new dust.
Naked light bulbs
Hanging from the walls and from the ceiling
The baby is born, he is playing in the living room.
Add more
One bedroom on the floor,
It is assumed that
Little brother will be by autumn.
The trees in the garden also grow
One day there will be
make a hut.
One day there will be
make a hut.
The children have grown
There are three of them now,
We are slowly filling the attic
Unaware of it.
The elder lives in the garage
To be independent, hut,
Unfortunately, abandoned.
Monsieur would like to dig
Wine Vault,
Madame would prefer
Second bathroom.
This will be the second bathroom.
Children come and go
Loaded with dirty laundry
A family home, it becomes a hotel.
Made a cabinet
In a small room upstairs
And rooms for friends
The children left.
They left the nest
Without really knowing it,
Little by little, thing by thing.
Little by little, thing by thing.
They live in Paris
In apartments with no space
While there is too much room here.
You know you can hang
Electric curtains,
It's a little bit ugly though
But more practical.
The house is asleep
Like a tired cat
There is a rumble in his stomach
Washer.
There is a rumble in his stomach
Washer.
Long-awaited grandchildren appear
Put ice cream in the refrigerator again.
The hut in the garden gains
Second youth.
This is the consulate,
Rediscovered by kids.
The attic gives up its treasures without a fight -
Own toy sets for cowboys -
Little ambassadors
Which for the second time
They populate this humble promised land
Four walls and a roof.
As you know,
This house is for sale,
And I, let me introduce myself,
I'm a real estate agent
I have to warn you
If you want to buy it,
I prefer to tell you this,
This is a haunted house.
Don't smile monsieur
Do not be afraid, Madame,
It's a haunted house, it's true
But with cute phantoms.
Monsters and dragons
Which kids can see
With tears and fights
And plentiful afternoon snacks, "finish your assignments"
"My briefcase, it's too heavy"
"Leave your brother alone"
"Children, to the table!"
Listen to the music
Can you hear her?