Go down, Moses
anonimo
Originale | Armstrong, l'adattamento francese di Claude Nougaro che ne fa... |
GO DOWN, MOSES When Israel was in Egypt's land Let my people go Oppressed so hard they could not stand Let my people go Go down, Moses, way down in Egypt's land Tell ol' Pharaoh, Let my people go. Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said, Let my people go, If not, I'll smite your first-born dead, Let my people go. Go down... No more shall they in bondage toil, Let my people go, Let them come out with Egypt's spoil, Let my people go. Go down... The Lord told Moses what to do, Let my people go, To lead the Hebrew children through, Let my people go. Go down... O come along Moses, you'll not get lost, Let my people go, Stretch out your rod and come across, Let my people go. Go down... As Israel stood by the waterside, Let my people go, At God's command it did divide, Let my people go. Go down... When they reached the other shore, Let my people go, They sang a song of triumph o'er, Let my people go. Go down... Pharaoh said he'd go across, Let my people go, But Pharaoh and his host were lost, Let my people go. Go down... Jordan shall stand up like a wall, Let my people go, And the walls of Jericho shall fall, Let my people go. Go down... Your foes shall not before you stand, Let my people go, And you'll possess fair Canaan's land, Let my people go. Go down... O let us all from bondage flee, Let my people go, And let us all in Christ be free, Let my people go. Go down... We need not always weep and mourn, Let my people go, And wear these slavery chains forlorn, Let my people go. Go down... | ARMSTRONG Armstrong, je ne suis pas noir, Je suis blanc de peau Quand on veut chan ter l'espoir Quel manque de pot ! Oui j'ai beau voir le ciel, l'oiseau Rien, rien ne lui là-haut Les anges, zéro Je suis blanc de peau. Armstrong, tu te fends la poire, On voit toutes tes dents, Moi je broie plutôt du noir Du noir en dedans. Chante pour moi, Louis, oh oui, Chante, chante, chante ça tient chaud J'ai froid, oh moi Qui suis blanc de peau. Armstrong, la vie quelle histoire ! C'est pas très marrant Qu'on l'écrive blanc sur noir Ou bien noir sur blanc On voit surtout du roug e, du rouge, Sang, sang, sans trêve ni repos, Qu'on soit, ma foi Noir ou blanc de peau. Armstrong, un jour, tôt ou tard On n'est que des os... Est-ce que les tiens seront noirs Ce s'rait rigolo Allez Louis, alléluia, Au-delà de nos oripeaux, Noir et Blanc sont ressemblants Comme deux gouttes d'eau. |