Elina Garanca performance of "Chanson Bohème"
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FRENCH LYRICS
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Les tringles des sistres tintaient ...
avec un éclat métallique ...
et sur cette étrange musique ...
les zingarellas se levaient ...
Tambours de basque allaient leur train ...
et les guitares forcenées ...
grinçaient sous des mains obstinées ...
même chanson, même refrain ...
même chanson, même refrain ...

Tra la la la ...
Tra la la la ...
Tra la la la ...
Tra la la la la la la la ...

Les anneaux de cuivre et d’argent ...
reluisaient sur les peaux bistrées ...
d’orange ou de rouge zébrées ...
les étoffes flottaient au vent ...
La danse au chant se mariait ...
la danse au chant se mariait ...
d’abord indécise et timide ...
plus vive ensuite et plus rapide ...
cela montait, montait, montait, montait !

Les Bohémiens, à tour de bras ...
de leurs instruments faisaient rage ...
et cet éblouissant tapage ...
ensorcelait les zingaras ...
Sous le rhythme de la chanson ...
sous le rhythme de la chanson ...
ardentes, folles, enfiévrées ...
elles se laissaient, enivrées ...
emporter par le tourbillon !
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ENGLISH LYRICS
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The sistrum drums had a clanging sound ...
made by their rods as they were being swung ...
And then with this strange music playing ...
The Gypsy girls rose up from the ground ...
The tambourines would race along ...
and stubborn hands which kept up with them ...
gave their guitars a furious rhythm ...
The same refrain ... The same old song ...
The same refrain ... The same old song ...

Tra la la la ...
Tra la la la ...
Tra la la la ...
Tra la la la la la ...

The copper and the silver rings on their ...
were bright and shining dark tanned skins ...
And skirts with red or orange lining ...
would flutter in the wind like wings ...
The dance was engaged with the song ...
The dance was engaged with the song ...
At first unsure and hesitating ...
Then lively and accelerating …
It all kept rising and rising all along !

The men, with strength as if from Hell ...
Now beat their drums to the rythym of sound ...
And with this dazzling noise all around them ...
The women all fell under its spell ...
To the rhythm of the song ...
To the rhythm of the song ...
All hot fevered and sweating in a frenzy ...
They were all intoxicated letting ...
the whirlwind just carry them along !

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