Je l’ai rencontré un dimanche auprès du lavoir
Il avait dans ses ailes blanches quelques plumes noires
Mais ses manières n’étaient pas franches et son cœur passoire
Au fond de ses eux pervenche pas moyen d’y voir
Plume blanche
Plume noire
Plume blanche, plume noire
Plume blanche
Plume noire
Plume blanche, plume noire
L’avait plus d’un tour sans sa manche au fond’son tiroir
Il a fallu qu’son cœur se penche vers d’autres perchoirs
Adieu baisers, mais en revanche au fond d’mon mouchoir
Autant de larmes en avalanche qu’dans un arrosoir
Plume blanche
Plume noire
Plume blanche, plume noire
Plume blanche
Plume noire
Plume blanche, plume noire
Oh j’ai le cœur qui flanche et le désespoir
Me roule au bas de la planche d’la triste glissoire
Oh vous les chasseurs d’Arromanches auprès du lavoir
De vos fusils à fumée blanche sonnez la fanfare
Et quand j’tomberai de branche en branche à la fin de l’histoire
On verra sur mes ailes blanches mon pauv’ sang tout noir
Plume blanche
Plume noire
Plume blanche, plume noire
Plume blanche
Plume noire
Plume blanche, plume noire
Plume blanche
Plume noire
Plume blanche, plume noire…
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Plume Blanche, Plume Noire Lyrics English
I met him on a Sunday with the wash house
He had some black feathers in his white wings
But his ways were not frank and his colander heart
Deep inside his them pervench no way to see it
White feather
Black feather
White feather, black feather
White feather
Black feather
White feather, black feather
Had more than one trick without its sleeve at the back of the drawer
It was necessary that his heart leaning towards other perches
Goodbye kiss, but on the other hand at the bottom of my handkerchief
As many tears in avalanche as in a watering room
White feather
Black feather
White feather, black feather
White feather
Black feather
White feather, black feather
Oh my heart is flanked and despair
Rolls me at the bottom of the darling board
Oh you arroke hunters with the wash house
From your white smoke rifles ring the fanfare
And when I will with a branch in a branch at the end of the story
We will see on my white wings my black blood all black
White feather
Black feather
White feather, black feather
White feather
Black feather
White feather, black feather
White feather
Black feather
White feather, black feather …
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Emmanuelle Parrenin Lyrics – Plume Blanche, Plume Noire