There are those with hearts so large
You can enter without knocking
There are those with hearts so large
That you only see the half
There are those with hearts so frail
It could shatter with a touch
There are those with hearts too frail
to live like you and I
With flowers in their eyes
The eyes that bloom with fear
For fear they’ll miss the hour
That leads them to their dreams
There are those with hearts so tender
That the fieldmouse nests inside
There are those with hearts too tender
Half human and half saint
There are those with hearts so vast
That you’ll never see the end
There are those with hearts too vast
They deprive themselves of dreams
With flowers in their eyes
The eyes that bloom with fear
For fear they’ll miss the hour
That leads them to their dreams
There are those with hearts so open
That they can’t help but reveal
The heart so unprotected
The heart that’s born to serve
See him there his heart so open
And so tender and so frail
Cursed be those empty branches
That will never bend to know
The flowers in their eyes
The eyes that bloom with fear
For fear they’ll miss the hour
That leads them to their dreams
Love this song
Heard a version by I think Patrica Kass
Beautiful
The lyrics are great
I just love it
It’s a great Brel song, here’s my version http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHMxbhAkWbQ
The song was written for the film ‘An Idiot In Paris’ and Brel does a great job of empathising with the simpleton, and, as always, he sees the good in him. I’m not sure of the absolute accuracy of my translation, but I wanted to convey Brel’s expression of the beauty of vulnerabilty in a way that meant something without the context of the film.