{"id":16235,"date":"2012-08-27T10:20:11","date_gmt":"2012-08-27T08:20:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/?p=16235"},"modified":"2017-10-20T13:46:47","modified_gmt":"2017-10-20T11:46:47","slug":"mon-amie-la-rose-my-friend-the-rose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/mon-amie-la-rose-my-friend-the-rose\/","title":{"rendered":"Mon Amie la Rose (My Friend The Rose)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>This is a magnificent yet tragic story of a melodramatic rose, told in music and lyrics written in both languages, French and English.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>&#8220;A lifetime comes and goes,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>and as my friend the rose said only yesterday:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>This morning I was born and baptized in the dawn<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I flowered in the dew and life was fresh and new.&#8221;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=NV8X7Dvn9Co\">http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=NV8X7Dvn9Co<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>&#8220;<em>Mon Amie la Rose<\/em>&#8220;, by Fran\u00e7oise Hardy (wife of Jacques Dutronc. The couple has a child who&#8217;s also a singer: Thomas Dutronc), 1964<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong><em>MON AMIE LA ROSE<\/em> (In French)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><strong><em>On est bien peu de chose<br \/>\nEt mon amie la rose<br \/>\nMe l&#8217;a dit ce matin<br \/>\n\u00c0\u00a0l&#8217;aurore je suis n\u00e9e<br \/>\nBaptis\u00e9e de ros\u00e9e<br \/>\nJe me suis \u00e9panouie<br \/>\nHeureuse et amoureuse<br \/>\nAux rayons du soleil<br \/>\nMe suis ferm\u00e9e la nuit<br \/>\nMe suis r\u00e9veill\u00e9e vieille<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><em><strong>Pourtant j&#8217;\u00e9tais tr\u00e8s belle\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Oui j&#8217;\u00e9tais la plus belle\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Des <a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/dites-le-avec-des-fleurs-say-it-with-flowers\/\">fleurs<\/a> de ton jardin<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><em><strong>On est bien peu de chose<br \/>\nEt mon amie la rose<br \/>\nMe l&#8217;a dit ce matin<br \/>\nVois le dieu qui m&#8217;a faite<br \/>\nMe fait courber la t\u00eate<br \/>\nEt je sens que je tombe<br \/>\nEt je sens que je tombe<br \/>\nMon c\u0153ur est presque nu<br \/>\nJ&#8217;ai le pied dans la tombe<br \/>\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 je ne suis plus<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><em><strong>Tu m&#8217;admirais hier\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Et je serai poussi\u00e8re\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Pour toujours demain<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><em><strong>On est bien peu de chose<br \/>\nEt mon amie la rose<br \/>\nEst morte ce matin<br \/>\nLa lune cette nuit<br \/>\nA veill\u00e9 mon amie<br \/>\nMoi en r\u00eave j&#8217;ai vu<br \/>\n\u00c9blouissante et nue<br \/>\nSon \u00e2me qui dansait<br \/>\nBien au-del\u00e0 des nues<br \/>\nEt qui me souriait\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><em><strong>Crois celui qui peut croire\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Moi, j&#8217;ai besoin d&#8217;espoir\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Sinon je ne suis rien\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><em><strong>Ou bien si peu de chose\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>C&#8217;est mon amie la rose\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Qui l&#8217;a dit hier matin<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=_jW0Vwqf8MU\">http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=_jW0Vwqf8MU<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>In English (original lyrics)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>A lifetime comes and goes<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And as my friend the rose said only yesterday<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> &#8220;This morning I was born and baptised in the dawn<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> I flowered in the dew and life was fresh and new<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> The sun shone through the cold<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And through the day I grew, by night-time I was old&#8221;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> &#8220;At least there&#8217;s never been<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> No, you have never seen, a rose more bright and gay&#8221;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> A lifetime comes and goes<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And as my friend the rose said only yesterday<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> &#8220;The good lord smiled on me, so why then should it be<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> I feel I&#8217;m falling now, oh yes, I&#8217;m falling now<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> My heart no-one can save<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> My head begins to bow, my feet are in the grave&#8221;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> The rose God smiled upon<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Tomorrow will be gone, forever gone away<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>A lifetime comes and goes<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And so my friend the rose was dead at break of day<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> The moon is shining bright and in my dreams tonight<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Beneath the starlit sky, my friend the rose goes by<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> He has seen my dreams I see<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> A soul that wouldn&#8217;t die, still watching over me<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Whatever fortune brings<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> I&#8217;ll hope for better things or life will just be grey<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>&#8220;A lifetime comes and goes&#8221;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> That&#8217;s what my friend the rose said only yesterday.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<img width=\"350\" height=\"350\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2012\/08\/Mon-amie-la-rose-album-cover.jpg\" class=\"attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image tmp-hide-img\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2012\/08\/Mon-amie-la-rose-album-cover.jpg 350w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2012\/08\/Mon-amie-la-rose-album-cover-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><p>This is a magnificent yet tragic story of a melodramatic rose, told in music and lyrics written in both languages, French and English. &#8220;A lifetime comes and goes, and as my friend the rose said only yesterday: This morning I was born and baptized in the dawn I flowered in the dew and life was&hellip;<\/p>\n<p 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