Текст песни Jacques Brel - Mon pere disait

My father used to say:
This is the north wind
Crushes dam
In Sheyveningene,
In Sheyveningene, kid.
So strong,
What you do not understand -
North Sea moves
Or dam.

This is the north wind
Piercing eyes
People of the north,
Old and young,
To sing
Blue bells
Hailing from the north
In the depths of their eyes.

My father used to say:
This is the north wind
Rotating Earth
Around Bruges
Around Bruges, kid.
This is the north wind
Polished ground
Around the towers,
Towers of Bruges.

And given our girls
Calm view
Old Town,
Old Town.
And given our beauties
The hair is thin,
As our lace,
As our lace.

My father used to say:
This is the north wind
Cracked earth
Between Zeebrugge,
Between Zeebrugge, kid.
North Wind
Cracked earth
Between Zeebrugge
And England.

If London
Before the Flood
Was Cape Bruges
Giving up the sea challenge
Now London -
Only a suburb of Bruges,
Lost at sea
Lost at sea.

My father used to say:
This is the north wind
Will make the land
My body without a soul
And without anger.
North Wind
Will make the land
My body without a soul,
Face the sea.
My father used to say

This is the north wind
Make me captain of the ship,
Which has a whale and cuts the waves.
And the north wind
Make me captain of the ship,
Which cuts tears
Those whom I love.