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INSTRUMENTATIONS :
PIANO
› Keyboard (piano, harpsichord or organ) 1 Original
› Piano solo 9
› Piano and Orchestra 1
› Clarinet, Piano 1
› 1 Piano, 4 Hands (duet) 1
GUITAR
› Guitar solo (standard notation) 7
› 3 guitars (trio) 1

ARRANGERS :
› Traditional Original 3
› Aubert, Francois 2
› Belmont, Clarisse 1
› Boyle, Kerry 1
› Chapelat, Bruno 1
› Chauve, Thierry 3
› Cumant, Micheline 1
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Au Clair de la Lune

Au Clair de la Lune
French Folk Song
Traditional


Piano solo
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Composer
Traditional
Traditional
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Piano solo

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Heidtmann, Klaus (1952 - )
KeyG major
CopyrightCopyright © Klaus Heidtmann
Sheet centralAu clair de la lune (40 sheet music)
Added by kheidtmann, 05 Oct 2017

LYRICS
"Au clair de la lune,
Mon ami Pierrot,
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot.
Ma chandelle est morte,
Je n’ai plus de feu;
Ouvre-moi ta porte,
Pour l’amour de Dieu."

"By the light of the moon, my friend Pierrot,
Lend me your quill to write a word.
My candle is dead, I have no light left.
Open your door for me for the love of God."

Au clair de la lune,
Pierrot répondit:
«Je n’ai pas de plume,
Je suis dans mon lit.
Va chez la voisine,
Je crois qu’elle y est,
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet.»

Au clair de la lune,
L’aimable Lubin
Frappe chez la brune,
Elle répond soudain:
— Qui frapp’ de la sorte?
Il dit à son tour:
— Ouvrez votre porte
Pour le dieu d’amour!

Au clair de la lune,
On n’y voit qu’un peu.
On chercha la plume,
On chercha le feu.
En cherchant d’la sorte,
Je n’sais c’qu’on trouva ;
Mais je sais qu’la porte
Sur eux se ferma...

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