Harry Belafonte — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Old King Cole
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Paroles
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three
«Beer, beer, beer», said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his corporals three
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three
Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his shavetails three
We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his captains three
Oh don’t be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the guardhouse said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his chaplains three
Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
Oh don’t be late for the dance, said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
Put it in a bucket said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his colonels three
Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
Oh don’t be late for the dance said the captains
We do al the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the end said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his generals three
Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
Uh what’s my next command said the generals
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we There’s none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Traduction des paroles
Le Vieux King Cole était une vieille âme joyeuse
Et une vieille âme joyeuse fut appelée pour sa pipe
Et il a appelé pour son bol
Et il appela ses soldats trois
"Bière, bière, bière", disaient les soldats
Joyeux Hommes sommes nous il n'y a pas aussi juste que peut comparer
Avec L'infanterie de combat
Le Vieux King Cole était une vieille âme joyeuse
Et une vieille âme joyeuse fut appelée pour sa pipe
Et il a appelé pour son bol
Et il a appelé ses caporaux trois
Hup deux dit les caporaux
De la bière, de la bière, de la bière, dit que les soldats
Joyeux Hommes sommes nous il n'y a pas aussi juste que peut comparer
Avec L'infanterie de combat
Le Vieux King Cole était une vieille âme joyeuse
Et une vieille âme joyeuse fut appelée pour sa pipe
Et il a appelé pour son bol
Et il a appelé ses sergents trois
Yeahhhhh, dit les sergents
Hup deux dit les caporaux
De la bière, de la bière, de la bière, dit que les soldats
Joyeux Hommes sommes nous il n'y a pas aussi juste que peut comparer
Avec L'infanterie de combat
Le Vieux King Cole était une vieille âme joyeuse
Et une vieille âme joyeuse fut appelée pour sa pipe
Et il a appelé pour son bol
Et il a appelé pour ses shavetails trois
Nous faisons tout le travail a déclaré Les shavetails
Yeahhhh, dit les sergents
Mars vous videz watch dit les caporaux
De la bière, de la bière, de la bière, dit que les soldats
Joyeux Hommes sommes nous il n'y a pas aussi juste que peut comparer
Avec L'infanterie de combat
Le Vieux King Cole était une vieille âme joyeuse
Et une vieille âme joyeuse fut appelée pour sa pipe
Et il a appelé pour son bol
Et il appela ses trois capitaines
Oh ne soyez pas en retard pour la danse ont dit les capitaines
Nous faisons tout le travail, dit les shavetails
Yeahhhhh dit les sergents
Marchez vers le poste de garde ont dit les caporaux
De la bière, de la bière, de la bière, dit que les soldats
Joyeux Hommes sommes nous il n'y a pas aussi juste que peut comparer
Avec L'infanterie de combat
Le Vieux King Cole était une vieille âme joyeuse
Et une vieille âme joyeuse fut appelée pour sa pipe
Et il a appelé pour son bol
Et il appela ses aumôniers trois
Oh quel bordel, amen amen Alléluia
Oh, ne soyez pas en retard pour la danse, ont dit les capitaines