Yves Duteil is a french singer and songwriter. He was born in Paris, in Jul… Read Full Bio ↴Yves Duteil is a french singer and songwriter. He was born in Paris, in July 24, 1949 and is the third child to be born in the family.
In 1972, Yves Duteil had first minor hit with a song called "Virages" (English: "Turns"). Included on his 1974 debut album L'Écritoire, it shares fame with such songs as the title track and from his next album, "J'attends" (1976), "Tisserand", "Les Batignolles" (an area of Paris), etc.
His 1977 album "Tarentelle" which will become his most classic, including not only his most famous song ("Prendre Un Enfant") but also such songs as the title track, "Le Petit Pont de Bois", "Le Mur De La Prison D'En Face" which have all become classicss.
In 2001, Duteil released "Sans Attendre", more introspective than ever and with much modesty, he tackles some aspects of his life in a way that can bring a deep sight on life, understood in the light of spiritual love. In a simple way, he sings about friendship in tough times ("Les Gestes Délicats"), compassion for a father who never showed him that much affection, which never prevents Duteil to answer with love and sings all the kind words he found to his father, no matter what his childhood was like ("Lettre À Mon Père"). And probably the most touching song: "Pour Que Tu Ne Meures Pas", which deals with Yves Duteil's wife's disease.
In 1972, Yves Duteil had first minor hit with a song called "Virages" (English: "Turns"). Included on his 1974 debut album L'Écritoire, it shares fame with such songs as the title track and from his next album, "J'attends" (1976), "Tisserand", "Les Batignolles" (an area of Paris), etc.
His 1977 album "Tarentelle" which will become his most classic, including not only his most famous song ("Prendre Un Enfant") but also such songs as the title track, "Le Petit Pont de Bois", "Le Mur De La Prison D'En Face" which have all become classicss.
In 2001, Duteil released "Sans Attendre", more introspective than ever and with much modesty, he tackles some aspects of his life in a way that can bring a deep sight on life, understood in the light of spiritual love. In a simple way, he sings about friendship in tough times ("Les Gestes Délicats"), compassion for a father who never showed him that much affection, which never prevents Duteil to answer with love and sings all the kind words he found to his father, no matter what his childhood was like ("Lettre À Mon Père"). And probably the most touching song: "Pour Que Tu Ne Meures Pas", which deals with Yves Duteil's wife's disease.
Le coeur en Aquitaine
Yves Duteil Lyrics
Vent salé, douceur d'automne, Mascaret sur la Garonne
J'ai le cœur en Aquitaine, tous les parfums me ramènent
Vers les bords de la Dordogne, jusqu'au seuil de la Gascogne
Au Pays de Cyrano, paradis de pierre et d'eau
L'amour vient à fleur de terre, dans les cœurs et dans les verres
Du fond des regards, en lumière
Le temps court et rien ne change, ni la chanson des vendanges
Ni les clameurs de la foule dès qu'un ballon vole ou roule
Tout est contraste et nuances, pudeur, tendresse et violence
Jusqu'aux mots qu'on dit pour se taire
La palombe au loin s'étonne, la forêt déjà bourgeonne
J'ai le cœur en Aquitaine, tous les souvenirs reviennent
Du pays de Cyrano, paradis de pierre et d'eau
Face aux toits de tuiles rondes, près des vignes rousses et blondes
Le vin dort au fond des caves, l'eau bouillonne au creux des gaves
De Gascogne ou de Gironde, même ailleurs au bout du Monde
Me parvient l'écho du pays
Vent salé, douceur d'automne, Mascaret sur la Garonne
J'ai le cœur en Aquitaine, tous les parfums me ramènent
Au Pays de Cyrano, paradis de pierre et d'eau.
J'ai le cœur en Aquitaine, tous les parfums me ramènent
Vers les bords de la Dordogne, jusqu'au seuil de la Gascogne
Au Pays de Cyrano, paradis de pierre et d'eau
L'amour vient à fleur de terre, dans les cœurs et dans les verres
Du fond des regards, en lumière
Le temps court et rien ne change, ni la chanson des vendanges
Ni les clameurs de la foule dès qu'un ballon vole ou roule
Tout est contraste et nuances, pudeur, tendresse et violence
La palombe au loin s'étonne, la forêt déjà bourgeonne
J'ai le cœur en Aquitaine, tous les souvenirs reviennent
Du pays de Cyrano, paradis de pierre et d'eau
Face aux toits de tuiles rondes, près des vignes rousses et blondes
Le vin dort au fond des caves, l'eau bouillonne au creux des gaves
De Gascogne ou de Gironde, même ailleurs au bout du Monde
Me parvient l'écho du pays
Vent salé, douceur d'automne, Mascaret sur la Garonne
J'ai le cœur en Aquitaine, tous les parfums me ramènent
Au Pays de Cyrano, paradis de pierre et d'eau.
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