Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Au Clair De La Lune

Cat in the Moon Greeting Card
© Illustration: Celia Maria Ribeiro Ascenso | Agency: Dreamstime.com
Au clair de la lune
Mon ami Pierrot
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte
Je n'ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l'amour de Dieu
Au clair de la lune,
Pierrot répondit :
« Je n'ai pas de plume,
Je suis dans mon lit.
Va chez la voisine,
Je crois qu'elle y est,
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet. »
Au clair de la lune,
L'aimable Lubin;
Frappe chez la brune,
Elle répond soudain :
-Qui frappe de la sorte ?
Il dit à son tour :
-Ouvrez votre porte,
Pour le Dieu d'Amour.
Au clair de la lune,
On n'y voit qu'un peu.
On chercha la plume,
On chercha le feu.
En cherchant d'la sorte,
Je n'sais c'qu'on trouva ;
Mais je sais qu'la porte
Sur eux se ferma.
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By the light of the moon
My friend Pierrot
Lend me your pen
To write a word
My candle is dead
I have no more fire
Open your door for me
For the love of God
By the light of the moon,
Pierrot replied
I don't have any pen,
I'm in bed
Go to the neighbor's,
I think she's there
Because in her kitchen
Someone is using the lighter
By the light of the moon
likable Lubin
Knocks on the brunette's door
she soon responds
Who's knocking like that?
He then replies
Open your door
for the God of Love!
By the light of the moon
One could barely see
The pen was looked for
The light was looked for
With all that looking
I don't know what was found
But I do know that the door
Was shut behind them.

A phonautograph paper recording made by Martinville of Au Clair de la Lune on April 9, 1860 was digitally converted to sound by American audio historians.
The excerpt of the song is the earliest recognizable record of the human voice and the earliest recognizable record of music.
See more and hear the excerpt here:
Researchers Play Tune Recorded Before Edison

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À luz da Lua
meu amigo Pierrot
Empresta-me a tua pena
para escrever uma palavra.
A minha vela apagou-se,
eu já não tenho mais lume.
Abre-me a tua porta,
pelo amor de Deus.

À luz da Lua,
Pierrot respondeu:
"Eu não tenho pena,
estou na minha cama.
Vai a casa da vizinha,
eu acho que ela lá está,
Porque na sua cozinha
acende-se o lume."

À luz da Lua
foi-se Arlequim
Bater à porta da morena.
Ela logo respondeu:
"Quem bate desta maneira?"
Ele diz por sua vez:
"-Abra-me a sua porta,
pelo amor de Deus!"

À luz da Lua
vê-se muito pouco.
Procurava-se uma pluma,
procurava-se lume.
E procurando desta maneira,
não sei o que se encontrou.
Mas eu sei que a porta
atrás deles se fechou.

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