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Mдryon is just 16-years-old and comes from La
Seyne sur Mer in southern France. Марион 16 лет и она родом из Ла
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| К отбору в Монако будут допущены только женщины-вокалистки. Известно, что конкурсная песня уже выбрана и будет носить название "Позаботьтесь о нашей планете". Ожидается, что имя победительницы будет объявлено 21 февраля. | To National Final of Monaco are invited female singers only. Song is rumoured to be already selected with song title "Prenez soin de notre planete" (Take care of our planet). Winner is supposed to be announced on February 21. |
| Prenez soin de notre planete Il y a tant de choses a sauver La folie des hommes, les tempetes L'ont abime Qui se souvient de rivages vierges? Et des paradis blancs? Qui se souvient des oceans bleus? Des baleines et leurs chants? Dans ce monde ou plus rien n'est sacre Si loin de nos valeurs Avant que le desert n'efface Nos reves de couleurs Prenez soin de notre planete Il y a tant de choses a sauver Que la folie des hommes s'arrete Que nos enfants puissent rever Les yeux tournes vers les etoiles Leurs mains tendues vers le ciel Que les vents emportent leurs voiles Que nos pas guident leurs ailes On a construit des prisons de verre Sur des forets de cendres On a transforme notre univers Sans chercher a comprendre Sur nos plages coule de l'encre C'est le sang de la terre Que les hommes qui nous commandent Entendent nos prieres Nous, on reve d'un paradis sur terre On reve Les yeux tournes vers les etoiles Leurs mains tendues vers le ciel Que les vents emportent leurs voiles Que nos pas guident leurs ailes Prenez soin de notre planete |
Take care of our planet There are so many things to save The madness of people, the storms Have damaged it Who remembers the virginal coasts? And white paradises? Who remembers the blue oceans? Singers and their songs? In this world where nothing more is sacred So far from our values Before the desert wipes out Our dreams of colours Take care of our planet There are so many things to save May the madness of people stop May our children be able to dream Their eyes turned to the stars Their hands stretched to the sky May the winds carry their sails May our steps guide their wings We have constructed prisons of glass On forests of ashes We have transformed our universe Without trying to understand On our beaches flows ink This is the blood of the earth May those who order us Hear our prayers We dream of a paradise on earth We dream Their eyes turned to the stars Their hands stretched to the sky May the winds carry their sails May our steps guide their wings Take care of our planet Русский перевод - здесь |
