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Marilyn Horne - Berceuse Lyrics

Berceuse
Dors, dors, dors,
Ton papa ira au village
Et rapportera une pomme
Et caressera ta petite tête.
Dors, dors, dors,
Ton papa ira au village
Et rapportera une noix
Et caressera ton petit pied.
Dors, dors, dors,
Ton papa ira au village
Et rapportera un canard
Et caressera tes petites mains.
Dors, dors, dors,
Ton papa ira au village
Et rapportera la soupe
Et caressera ton petit ventre.
Dors, dors, dors.
Lullaby
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Papa will go to the village
and bring back an apple,
and stroke your little head.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Papa will go to the village
and bring back a nut,
and stroke your little foot.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Papa will go to the village
and bring back a duck,
and stroke your little hands.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Papa will go to the village
and bring back some soup,
and stroke your little tummy.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.