zi4 wrote: Merci de ces mots! 

I think the wrong lyrics are attached. 

Wow...such utterly heart-breaking lyrics, sung in one of Earth's most Romantic tongues... It took me a long time to find out that Frank Zappa was right to say that notions such as Finding Your Soul-Mate, Marrying One's True Destiny, and Living Happily Ever After are just society's candy-coated shit-pills given for us to swallow from an early age, and since Fairy Tales are exactly that, most of us will end up disappointed and feeling cheated...but I found out... I do appreciate how many Artists all over the world in so many languages take the time, write the truth, and make the effort to inquire:  Now, who you jivin' with that Cosmic Debris?...

 zi4 wrote:
First, the French lyrics (not those of the Amadou and Mariam song), from the artist's website.

Où partait l’aurore
Dans ses bas gris
Dans ses eaux bleues ?
Mousse accrochée à l’arbre
La vie m’a prise
Je suis aux fêtes presque à ton bras
Deux pas pour le bal
Trois sur le côté
Passer lentement
Sous le ciel qui change ses habits
Sans faire de beaux Dimanches
Sans faire de beaux Dimanches
Douze heures puis le reste
En nous / ça tourne
À travers temps
Pourquoi le jour m’empêche
En joli chien
qui tôt matin me mord le bras
Des yeux les parallèles
Les suivre jusqu’au ciel
Faire tourner mon ombrelle
Ça n’était qu’un doux rêve
Sans faire de beaux Dimanches
Sans faire de beaux Dimanches

It would be more something like,

Where did the dawn go
In its grey stockings
In its blue waters?
Moss hanging from the tree
Life took me
I'm at parties almost at your arm
Two steps for the ball
Three to the side
Pass slowly
Under the sky that changes its clothes
Without making nice Sundays
Without making nice Sundays
Twelve hours and then the rest
In us / it spins
Through time
Why does the day stop me
Like a nice dog
That early morning bites my arm
From my eyes the parallels
Following them to the sky
Spin my parasol
It was just a sweet dream
Without making nice Sundays
Without making nice Sundays

Quite a few translation conundrums here as "eaux" (waters) and "hauts" (tops) (third line) are homophones and "bas" (second line) means both bottom and stockings. And there's many other bits that are definitely more on the cryptic side. 

All mistakes are mine, that took me a fair bit of time and I had to stop myself from spending even more time! RP is riddled with rabbit holes :) So many ways into wonderland.

LLRP

I love this chanson, would one of our native speakers korrect this translation, please?  And  @William, please replace the wrong lyrics.

De beaux dimanches (Beautiful Sundays)
   by Marion Rampal.  (Translated with DeepL and google)

Where the dawn went
In its dark-gray, in its blue waters
Hung me on the tree, life took me
I'm offered almost to your arm
Two steps to the ball
Three to the side
Passing slowly
Under the sky that changes its clothes
Without having nice Sundays
Without having nice Sundays

Twelve hours and then the rest
In us it turns through time
Why does the day prevent me
A pretty dog early in the morning
Bites my arm, my eyes, my parallels
Follow them to heaven
And turn my parasol
It was only a sweet dream
Without having nice Sundays
Without having nice Sundays

With my eyes the parallels
Follow them to heaven
And turn my parasol
It was only a sweet dream
Without having nice Sundays
Without having nice Sundays
Without having nice Sundays

De beaux dimanches (par Marion Rampal)

Où partait l'aurore
Dans ses bas-gris, dans ses eaux bleues
M'ont accroché à l'arbre, la vie m'a prise
Je suis offert presque à ton bras
Deux pas pour le bal
Trois sur le côté
Passer lentement
Sous le ciel qui change ses habits
Sans faire de beaux dimanches
Sans faire de beaux dimanches

Douze heures puis le reste
En nous ça tourne à travers temps
Pourquoi le jour m'empêche
Un joli chien qui tôt matin
Me mord le bras, les yeux, les parallèles
Les suivre jusqu'au ciel
Et tourner mon ombrelle
Ça n'était qu'un doux rêve
Sans faire de beaux dimanches
Sans faire de beaux dimanches
Sans faire de beaux dimanches

Des yeux les parallèles
Les suivre jusqu'au ciel
Et tourner mon ombrelle
Ce n'était qu'un doux rêve
Sans faire de beaux dimanches
Sans faire de beaux dimanches
Sans faire de beaux dimanches
Sans faire de beaux dimanches

 Mariline wrote:

En effet ( yes indeed :-)

tellement magnifique

Bertrand Belin seul c'est pas mal non plus. Bertrand Belin alone is better 

 mcguffiecz wrote:

HéHé. No it is Bertrand Belin :-) 

Ha ha ha ! Vous êtes si nuls en français à RP? Je peux aider si vous voulez 
Are you that bad at french in RP?  I can help 

My French is very rusty, but these are the wrong lyrics

ce ne sont pas les paroles de cette chanson

Ces paroles sont pour la chanson de Amadou et Maryam

Not the good lyrics ! This is not "Dimanche à Bamako"

I thought this was Tribalistas with Marisa Montez at, first...
Equally delightful!! Thank you!!

Very nice

That has be be Iggy lurking behind her.

Pas ouf !

Pas mal ..