| The Gulf of Love – 1908 |
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Music: Guitar & Vocals René-André LOMBARD accompanied by the choirs of the Frétouze – Arrangements Michel Ganteaume
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Original poem
by Emile RIPERT
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French version
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Adaptation
by René-André LOMBART
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It’s the Gulf that I sing about
The Gulf of Love
This song must be enchanting
The saddest days
It is the Gulf which is widening
In the hard rocks
And whose line is happy
As well as a pure heart
The Gulf of Love …
This is the Gulf where the ships
As soon as insisting
The Wind blows its delirium
Dream of good weather
A gentle roll tilts them
Towards the rocking waves
They dream that the hills
Are sisters arms …
Those who toil in the cities
Have bowed their foreheads
On vile servile toil
Will raise him up
As soon as in the tender autumn
Or the beautiful summer
They will believe in hearing far away
The Gulf sing …
All the dreams all the dreams
Of their clear springs
Waiting for them on the beach
Of the pale sea
Return of fishermen oh sails
On the chilly waves
When the stars open
The blue chalices …
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For that bay I strike the bell
The Love Bay
This chant must cast a spell
And lighten the darkest day
That’s the bay with the sharp line
Cutting deep into the rocky shore
Her shape and silhouette are mine
Filling my heart with truth and more
The Love Bay
Held captive in the Bay
A ship struggles with the wild sea
Strong winds keep her away
As the crew dreams to set her free
Sailing on soft waters
Those gentle hills and rolling tide
Greet her like real sisters
The cap is set the ship follows her guide …
To those enslaved by cities
Locked in hardship and pain
Exhausted from their harsh duties
Their efforts won’t be in vain
As the early autumn shivers
After the summer and its magic
They will turn into listeners
To the Bay and its music …
Let the dreams and thoughts
They once had as children
On the seabed rest like boats
Of the pale blue ocean
Back to the shores sailors arrive
Cutting through the chilled ripples
Stars from the sky seem to dive
Resembling nectar that trickles …
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It’s the Gulf that I sing about
The Gulf of Love
This song must be enchanting
The saddest days
It is the Gulf which is widening
In the hard rocks
And her line is happy
That of a pure heart
The Gulf of Love …
This is the Gulf where the ships
Dream of good weather,
As soon as insisting
The Wind blows its delirium
They dream
A gentle roll tilts them
Towards the rocking waves
They dream that the hills
Are sisters arms …
CHORUS
All the dreams all the dreams
Of our clear springs
Waiting for us on the beach
From the pale sea …
Return
Return of fishermen oh sails
On the chilly waves
When the stars open
The blue chalices …
CHORUS |
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RETURN
