Leclerc Félix
Miscellaneous
Le Petit Bonheur
Words and music: Félix Leclerc
(c) Éditions Raoul Breton
1 It's a little happiness that I had picked up
He was all in tears on the edge of a ditch
When he saw me passing he started to shout
Mr pick up - me, take me to your place,
My brothers have forgotten me, I have fallen, I am sick,
If you don't pick me up I will die, what a ride,
/>I will make myself small, tender and submissive I swear to you,
Sir, please deliver me from my torture.
2 I took the little happiness I put it under my rags,
I said he mustn't die, come to my house.
So the little happiness made his cure
On the edge of my heart there was a song.
My days, my nights, my sorrows, my mourning, my pain, everything was forgotten,
My life of idleness I I was disgusted with starting it again.
When it rained outside or my friends made me upset
I took my little happiness and told him it was you my queen.
3 My happiness blossomed it made buds
It was paradise, it could be seen on my forehead.
One lovely morning I ' hissed this refrain
My happiness left without giving me a hand.
In vain did I beg him, cajole him, make scenes for him,
Show him the big hole that he made me feel deep in my heart,
He always left with his head held high without joy, without hatred,
As if he could no longer see the sun in my home.
4 I thought I would die of sorrow and boredom,
I had stopped laughing, it was still night.
All I had left was oblivion, all I had left was ' contempt
Finally I said to myself, I have life left.
I took back my stick, my mourning, my sorrows, and my rags
And I beat the sole in countries of unhappy people,
Today when I see a fountain or a girl
I take a big detour or I close my eyes. (bis)