His preference for the strings is not limited to the guitar alone; by exploring the classical richness (with Jorge Cardoso), he learns to appreciate the mandolin, the violin and studies the cello for 10 years. At the age of 12 he joins the group of his brother Gerard, accordionist, and makes his second "family record", "Olinakarin". In the early 80's, when he is 15, he discovers jazz and starts his first group "Bulle Quintet". 1982 he gets an award at the Festival international de San Sebastian.
Gentil coquelicot
Sylvain Luc Lyrics
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J'ai descendu dans mon jardin
J'ai descendu dans mon jardin
Pour y cueillir du romarin
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau!
Gentil coquelicot
J'n'en avais pas cueilli trois brins
J'n'en avais pas cueilli trois brins
Qu'un rossignol vint sur ma main
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau!
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Gentil coquelicot
Il me dit trois mots en latin
Il me dit trois mots en latin
Que les hommes ne valent rien
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau!
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Gentil coquelicot
Des dames, il ne me dit rien
Des dames, il ne me dit rien
Et des demoiselles beaucoup de bien
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau!
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Gentil coquelicot.
The lyrics of Sylvain Luc's song Gentil coquelicot tell a story of a woman who wakes up one morning and descends into her garden to pick some rosemary. However, she is interrupted by a friendly poppy flower who she addresses as "Gentil coquelicot" and welcomes as something new. As she begins to pick the poppy, a nightingale suddenly lands on her hand, surprising her. The nightingale speaks to her in Latin and reveals that "men are worth nothing." However, the nightingale does have some positive things to say about women and maidens.
The lyrics of this song are poetic and multi-layered, with different interpretations possible. One interpretation could be that the poppy and the nightingale represent nature and its wisdom, while the woman represents society and its flaws. The nightingale's message that "men are worth nothing" could be seen as a statement about patriarchy and the power dynamics between men and women, while the appreciation for women and maidens could be a recognition of their resilience and importance in society. The song is ultimately a celebration of nature and its ability to offer insights and wisdom to those who are open to receive it.
Line by Line Meaning
Me suis levée un beau matin
I woke up one beautiful morning
J'ai descendu dans mon jardin
I went down to my garden
Pour y cueillir du romarin
To pick some rosemary
Gentil coquelicot, mesdames
Beautiful poppy, ladies
Gentil coquelicot, nouveau!
Beautiful new poppy!
J'n'en avais pas cueilli trois brins
I hadn't even picked three strands of it
Qu'un rossignol vint sur ma main
When a nightingale came onto my hand
Il me dit trois mots en latin
He said three words to me in Latin
Que les hommes ne valent rien
That men are worth nothing
Des dames, il ne me dit rien
He didn't say anything about ladies
Et des demoiselles beaucoup de bien
But he spoke highly of young maidens
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Written by: Théophile Du Mersan
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