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The Old Map Smells of Coffee

«The Old Map Smells of Coffee» unisce le lingue francese e inglese. Il genere musicale è Epic Irish folk.

Testo e traduzione ↓
The Old Map Smells of Coffee

francese ↔ inglese

Informazioni sulla canzone

I primi versi abbinati sono «Grand-mère a laissé cette vieille carte» e «Grandmother left this old map behind». Leggi il testo completo nelle due lingue qui sotto e seguilo nel lettore.

A traveler spills coffee on an inherited map and follows the stain to a village her grandmother

Impara con questa canzone

Ascolta ogni verso e confronta la traduzione. Twin passa alla stessa frase nell’altra lingua; Echo ti aiuta a ricordarne il significato prima di mostrarla.

Twin ⇄Echo ✧Tre parole alla volta.

Due lingue. Una melodia.

Testo e traduzione

franceseinglese

Verse

Grand-mère a laissé cette vieille carte

Grandmother left this old map behind

Le café coule sur le papier

Coffee runs across the paper now

Une tache sombre trace un chemin

A dark stain traces a path

Vers un village au nom oublié

To a village with a forgotten name

Chorus

Suis la tache de café noir

Follow the stain of black coffee

Elle n'en a jamais parlé

She never spoke of this place

Le secret dort sous le marc

The secret sleeps under the grounds

Elle n'en a jamais parlé

She never spoke of this place

Verse

Je roule vers les collines vertes

I drive toward the green hills

Le tracé mène dans le bois

The trail leads into the woods

Une cloche sonne au loin

A bell rings in the distance

Une voisine reconnaît mon nom de famille

A neighbor recognizes my family name

Chorus

Suis la tache de café noir

Follow the stain of black coffee

Elle n'en a jamais parlé

She never spoke of this place

Le secret dort sous le marc

The secret sleeps under the grounds

Elle n'en a jamais parlé

She never spoke of this place

Verse

Les pierres grises gardent le silence

Grey stones are keeping the silence

Elle me montre la maison d'enfance de grand-mère

She shows me my grandmother's childhood home

Je frappe à la porte encore bleue

I knock on the still-blue door

Chorus

Suis la tache de café noir

Follow the stain of black coffee

Elle n'en a jamais parlé

She never spoke of this place

Le secret dort sous le marc

The secret sleeps under the grounds

Elle n'en a jamais parlé

She never spoke of this place