Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson What Child Is This?
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Paroles
The old man stood there thinking
While staring in that old toy shop
With its carousel still turning round
In front of a music box clock
For what good’s a clock without a chime
A useless thing that just keeps time
Recording moments that come and leave
But this clock’s chimes struck midnight
Upon a lost christmas eve
And when the final chime had spoken
And the twelfth bell had finally rung
The indecision in the father was broken
He now knew what had to be done
So he got into a yellow cab
And prayed that it might lead
Through all this snow and streetlight glow
To a past he might retrieve
When the taxi dropped him off
At the boarding house hotel
It was a rundown building
With a musty, rundown smell
And he asked for his son
From the hotel’s night desk clerk
Who said his son was not there
He was not back from work
When the father said that was impossible
The clerk replied, «i'm not here to debate
But he works at the hospital, just down the block
If you want you can sit here and wait
But he never returns till real late»
Then the father tried asking another question
But the clerk went back to watching his tv Which was also playing, «how the grinch stole christmas»
And the father mused, «this movie has no sympathy,
Well, at least not when it comes down to me»
Once outside he saw the hospital’s entrance
And went to information by the front door
Who confirmed that his son had a job there
And worked up on the seventh floor
So he took the elevator up to that floor
Which was marked «maternity»
And the man knew in his heart that this was a mistake
For his son working here could not be But the nurse on duty reconfirmed that he did
And since her rounds were about to begin
If he would like to follow her
She would gladly take the father to him
So he followed her to a large dark room
That to him seemed unusually empty
Except for several incubators glowing on the right
Each with a trembling baby
These infants were all extremely frail
And obviously in incredible pain
And this sight cut deep into that father’s soul
And he asked the nurse, please, to explain
«these children were born to mothers
Who were addicted to crack cocaine
And these children are born in complete withdrawal
For that drug is still deep in their veins
We can give them no other drugs to ease their withdrawals
Since they are born premature and quite frail
And any form of pain killer
Could easily cause their small hearts to fail"
«and what does my son do here?»
The father asked, «he is not a patient, i assume»
The nurse did not say a single word
But nodded to the far left corner of the room
And there the father saw his son
Who looked like himself when he was a younger man
Rocking back and forth in a rocking chair
A trembling infant held in his hands
And in his arms the child did not cry
But slept to silent lullabies
And his son rocked that newborn back and forth
Until finally, a dream was caught
But still at his rocking, his son faithfully kept
Till that poor child’s trembling had also, finally, left
Then the nurse whispered softly
Into the father’s ear
Something that a blind man could see
But the father needed to hear
Whispered to him in this room
Filled with mankind’s misbegotten
Something that the father had known once
But somehow had forgotten
She said, «it is this way with each of us We all need to be held, at least twice
Once upon the day that we are born
And once more when we leave this life
Your son has been coming to this place
Since as long as i’ve been working here
He’s never missed a single day
In nearly twenty years
He always arrives promptly on time
But a time card he does not keep
For he never leaves this maternity room
Until every last child is asleep"
Then the nurse noticed the father
Trying to choke back the things he now felt
So mentioning she had to continue her rounds
She quietly excused herself
So he was now alone in the darkness
Between the past and future caught
Not knowing what to do As his mind flooded with so many thoughts
Some beauty comes too early
While its moment never waits
And some beauty is always there
But never seen, till it’s too late
Look! there is a moment
It has just slipped away
And so we lose our lives
In such ordinary ways
Where do we get our dreams from?
Where do we get our faith?
Is it something that we are born with
Or is it something for which we must wait?
The mist of things we once believed
The childhood truths for which we grieve
And in our lives could we have missed
Those that in the dark, the angels kiss
What child is this
Who laid to rest
That i now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?
Could this be christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son i once carried?
What child is this
Who is so blessed he changes all tomorrows?
Replacing tears with reborn years
In hearts once dark and hollow
Could this be christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son i once carried?
In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by the light
Of a star faraway
Holding on Holding off
Holding out
Holding in Could you be this old
And have your life just begin?
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
Tell me how many times can this story be told
After all of these years it should all sound so old
But it somehow rings true in the back of my mind
As i search for a dream that words can no longer define
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
And the time
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
And the time and the years
And the tears and the cost
And the hopes and the dreams
Of each child that is lost
And the whisper of wings
In the cold winter’s air
As the snow it comes down
And visions appear everywhere
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
In the air
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by the light
Of a star faraway
Holding on Holding off
Holding out
Holding in Could you be this old
And have your life just begin
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Traduction des paroles
Le vieil homme était là à penser
Tout en regardant dans ce vieux magasin de jouets
Avec son carrousel toujours tourner autour
Devant une horloge de boîte à musique
A quoi sert une horloge sans carillon
Une chose inutile qui garde le temps
Enregistrement des moments qui viennent et partent
Mais le carillon de cette horloge sonna à minuit
Sur une veille de Noël perdue
Et quand le carillon final avait parlé
Et la douzième cloche avait finalement sonné
L'indécision du Père a été brisée
Il savait maintenant ce qui devait être fait
Alors il est monté dans un taxi jaune
Et a prié pour que cela puisse conduire
À travers toute cette lueur de neige et de lampadaire
D'un passé qu'il pourrait récupérer
Quand le taxi l'a déposé
À l'hôtel de la pension
C'était un résumé de la construction
Avec une odeur de moisi et délabrée
Et il a demandé son fils
Du commis de nuit de l'hôtel
Qui a dit que son fils n'était pas là
Il n'était pas de retour du travail
Quand le père a dit que c'était impossible
Le greffier a répondu: "Je ne suis pas ici pour débattre
Mais il travaille à l'hôpital, juste au coin de la rue
Si vous voulez vous pouvez rester ici et attendre
Mais il ne revient jamais très tard»
Puis le père a essayé de poser une autre question
Mais le greffier est retourné à regarder sa télévision qui jouait aussi, " comment le grinch a volé Noël»
Et le père songea « " ce film n'a aucune sympathie,
Eh bien, du moins pas quand il s'agit de moi»
Une fois dehors il a vu l'entrée de l'hôpital
Et est allé à l'information par la porte d'entrée
Qui a confirmé que son fils y avait un emploi
Et travaillé au septième étage
Alors il a pris l'ascenseur jusqu'à cet étage
Qui a été marqué, «la maternité»
Et l'homme savait dans son cœur que c'était une erreur
Pour son fils travaillant ici ne pouvait pas être mais l'infirmière de service a reconfirmé qu'il l'a fait
Et puisque ses tours étaient sur le point de commencer
Si il aimerait suivre son
Elle prendrait volontiers le père à lui
Alors il la suivit dans une grande pièce sombre
Cela lui semblait inhabituellement vide
Sauf pour plusieurs incubateurs lumineux sur la droite
Chacun avec un bébé Tremblant