L'aventure
Jacques Brel
The Adventure
Boyfriends, the man I'm going to tell you about today
Has a prestigious name
A name that has attracted attention for almost 20 years
Thousands and thousands of people
In theaters and cinemas
This is Jacques Brel
Say his name in front of your parents
And you will see with what admiration
With what respect they will speak to you about him
For a long time
He made us enter, live in his poetic world
It's your turn to let yourself be drawn into the Jacques Brel adventure
Because his whole life has been a wonderful and turbulent adventure
Adventure, adventure
The adventure begins at dawn
At dawn every morning
The adventure then begins
Let the light wash our hands
The adventure begins at dawn
And the dawn guides us on the way
Adventure is treasure
That we discover every morning
For Martin it's the iron on the anvil
For Caesar the wine that will sing
For Yvon it is the sea that he skims
It's the day that lights up
It is the wheat that is threshed
The adventure begins at dawn
At dawn every morning
The adventure then begins
Let the light wash our hands
Everything we seek to rediscover
Blooms every day in the corner of our lives
The great adventure must be seized
Between our church and our town hall
Between Grandfather Machin's barrier
And the pretty wood of Mr. Baron
And between our neighbor's vineyard
And Madelon's sweet smile
The Madelon
The adventure begins at dawn
At dawn every morning
The adventure then begins
Let the light wash our hands
The adventure begins at dawn
And the dawn guides us on the way
Adventure is treasure
That we discover every morning
For Martin it's the iron on the anvil
For Caesar the wine that will sing
For Yvon it is the sea that he skims
It's the day that lights up
It is the wheat that is threshed
The adventure begins at dawn
At dawn every morning
The adventure then begins
Let the light wash our hands
All those we seek to be able to love
Are with us and at every moment
In the hollow of the streets in the shadow of the meadows
At the end of the path in the middle of the fields
Standing in the wind and sowing wheat
Bent towards the ground greeting the earth
Sitting near the old people and weaving wicker
Lying in the sun and drinking the light
In the light
The adventure begins at dawn
At dawn every morning
The adventure then begins
Let the light wash our hands
The adventure begins at dawn
And the dawn guides us on the way
Adventure is treasure
That we discover every morning
For Martin it's the iron on the anvil
For Caesar the wine that will sing
For Yvon it is the sea that he skims
It's the day that lights up
It is the wheat that is threshed
The adventure begins at dawn
And the dawn guides us on the way
Adventure is treasure
That we discover every morning, morning
