Jean Ferrat (born Jean Tenenbaum on 26 December 1930 in Vaucresson, Hauts-d… Read Full Bio ↴Jean Ferrat (born Jean Tenenbaum on 26 December 1930 in Vaucresson, Hauts-de-Seine, and died on 13 March 2010) was a French author, poet and singer. In the early 1950s he started in Parisian cabaret, and since then has not attempted to adhere to any particular musical style but remain faithful to himself, his friends and public. Sometimes referred to as the "romantique rebelle de la chanson française".
In 1961 he married Christine Sèvres. During his carrer, Ferrat has had some difficulty with the authorities owing to his humanist perpective and links with communism.
His most famous songs are: Que serais-je sans toi, Heureux celui qui meurt d'aimer, Potemkine, La montagne, Les feux de Paris, L'amour est cerise and many others.
His lyrics are very much influenced by french poet Aragon.
In 1961 he married Christine Sèvres. During his carrer, Ferrat has had some difficulty with the authorities owing to his humanist perpective and links with communism.
His most famous songs are: Que serais-je sans toi, Heureux celui qui meurt d'aimer, Potemkine, La montagne, Les feux de Paris, L'amour est cerise and many others.
His lyrics are very much influenced by french poet Aragon.
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Jean Ferrat Lyrics
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Au printemps de quoi rêvais-tu Au printemps de quoi rêvais-tu ? Vieux monde clos comme une…
Hop Là ! Nous Vivons ! Avec nos dents nickelées et nos cœurs battant la fête L'oise…
L'Idole A Papa Il y avait deux clans dans la famille, du temps…
La Matinée La matinée se lève Toi debout, il est temps Attends enco…
La Petite Fleur Qui Tombe La petite fleur qui tombe Pourrait faire un bruit de bombe …
Le Bureau Ils ne savent pas Pourquoi ils attendent Ils voudraient pa…
Les Filles Longues Les filles longues longues longues Sans autre ornement ni b…
Les Poètes Je ne sais ce qui me possède Et me pousse à…
Ma France De plaines en forêts de vallons en collines Du printemps qui…
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Un Jour Futur Un printemps s'est levé aux couleurs d'incendie A chaque cr…