Translation of ''Petit Colibri'' by Vive la Fête

: Petit Colibri (Little Hummingbird) 

Artist: Vive la Fête

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The plane finally lands without closing its wings 

The sky fills then with with millions of swallows 

In a great flurry of wings the crows, the falcons, the owls

From Africa comes the ibises, the flamingos, the marabous 

The bird Rokh, celebrated by the storytellers and poets 

Glides, holding in his talons the skull of Adam, the first head,

The eagle dissolves the horizon with a great shriek  

And from America comes the little hummingbird 

From China came the pihis, long and flexible 

Who only have a single wing and fly in pairs 

Then there is the dove, immaculate spirit, 

Who escorts the lyrebird and the rosette peacock

The phoenix, this pyre who sires himself 

For a moment completely obscured by his ardent ash 

The sirens, who leave their perilous straits, 

Arrive singing beautifully, all three, 

And every eagle, phoenix, and pihis of China 

Fraternize with the flying machine 

Now you walk through Paris completely alone in the crowd 

Close to you, flocks of buses roll by, bellowing 

The anguish of love squeezes your throat 

As if you should never again be loved 

If you lived in the old days you would have entered the monastery 

You're ashamed when you catch yourself saying a pray 

You don't care about yourself and like the fires of hell your laughter crackles

The sparks of your laughter gild the heart of your life 

It's a hanging picture in a sombre museum 

And one time you are going to see it closely 

Today you walk through Paris, the women are blood-drenched 

It was, and I would rather not remember it, it was beauty's decline 

Surrounded by fervent flames, Our Lady looked at me in Chartes  

The blood of your Sacred-Heard flooded me in Montmartre

I'm sick of hearing those blessed words 

The plane finally lands without closing its wings 

The sky fills then with with millions of swallows 

In a great flurry of wings the crows, the falcons, the owls

From Africa comes the ibises, the flamingos, the marabous 

The bird Rokh, celebrated by the storytellers and poets 

Glides, holding in his talons the skull of Adam, the first head,

The eagle dissolves the horizon with a great shriek  

And from America comes the little hummingbird 

=   =IMPORTANT NOTE=   =

This actually is not an original song, but a sung version of a passage from the poem 'Zone' d'Apollinaire. 

This also concludes the discography of VLF that I don't have to transcribe myself, which I might do later on or if I get a request, but I'm a little tired of crazy VLF lyrics for the moment :/