Alain Barrière – A Little Breton Blood lyrics

A little Breton blood

A little Breton blood and Italian blood

I was born by chance at the bend of a path

And that’s not how a good Christian is born

A poet maybe or a musician

If sometimes for no reason my heart beats and panics

It is that towards Napoli some birds fly away

And if some gondolas slide on my music

It’s Venice that doesn’t come to sing my word

A little Breton blood and Italian blood

I was born by chance, to each his own

The other left one day leaving us on the way

Like a burden too heavy

As we let the dogs

If my heart remained in my old Brittany

Is that we always believe who reaches out to you

At the end of my travels,

At the end of my campaigns

When I feel lost this is where I come back

A little Breton blood and Italian blood

I was born by chance at the bend of a path

And that’s not how, no, a good Christian is born

A poet maybe or a musician

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