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The Old Map Smells of Coffee
“The Old Map Smells of Coffee” une os idiomas francês e inglês. Seu gênero musical é Epic Irish folk.
Letra e tradução ↓
francês ↔ inglês
Sobre esta canção
Os primeiros versos correspondentes são “Grand-mère a laissé cette vieille carte” e “Grandmother left this old map behind”. Leia a letra completa nos dois idiomas abaixo e acompanhe as mesmas frases no player.
A traveler spills coffee on an inherited map and follows the stain to a village her grandmother
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Ouça cada verso e compare a tradução. Twin alterna para a mesma frase no outro idioma; Echo ajuda a lembrar o significado antes de revelar a tradução.
Duas línguas. Uma melodia.
Letra e tradução
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
