C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu
Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu
Mille-quatre-cent-quatre-vingt-deux
Histoire d'amour et de desir
Nous les artistes anonymes
De la sculpture ou de la rime
Tenterons de vous la transcrire
Pour les siecles venir
Il est venu le temps des cathedrales
Le monde est entre
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Pierre aprs pierre, jour aprs jour
De sicle en sicle avec amour
Il a vu s'lever les tours
Qu'il avait bties de ses mains
Les potes et les troubadours
Ont chant des chansons d'amour
Qui promettaient au genre humain
De meilleurs lendemains
Il est venu le temps des cathdrales
Le monde est entr
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Il est venu le temps des cathdrales
Le monde est entr
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Il est foutu le temps des cathdrales
La foule des barbares
Est aux portes de la ville
Laissez entrer ces paens, ces vandales
La fin de ce monde
Est prvue pour l'an deux mille
Est prvue pour l'an deux mille
Josh Groban - Le Temps Des Cathédrales Lyrics
Josh Groban - Le Temps Des Cathédrales Lyrics
It's a story that takes place
In beautiful Paris in the year of God
One thousand four hundred and eighty-two
A story of love and desire
We, the anonymous artists
Of sculpture or rhyme
Will try to transcribe it for you
For the centuries to come
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
Stone by stone, day by day
Century after century with love
He has seen the towers rise
That he had built with his hands
The poets and the troubadours
Have sung songs of love
That promised mankind
Better tomorrows
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals is over
The crowd of barbarians
Is at the gates of the city
Let these pagans, these vandals enter
The end of this world
Is planned for the year two thousand
Is planned for the year two thousand
In beautiful Paris in the year of God
One thousand four hundred and eighty-two
A story of love and desire
We, the anonymous artists
Of sculpture or rhyme
Will try to transcribe it for you
For the centuries to come
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
Stone by stone, day by day
Century after century with love
He has seen the towers rise
That he had built with his hands
The poets and the troubadours
Have sung songs of love
That promised mankind
Better tomorrows
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals is over
The crowd of barbarians
Is at the gates of the city
Let these pagans, these vandals enter
The end of this world
Is planned for the year two thousand
Is planned for the year two thousand
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C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu
Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu
Mille-quatre-cent-quatre-vingt-deux
Histoire d'amour et de desir
Nous les artistes anonymes
De la sculpture ou de la rime
Tenterons de vous la transcrire
Pour les siecles venir
Il est venu le temps des cathedrales
Le monde est entre
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Pierre aprs pierre, jour aprs jour
De sicle en sicle avec amour
Il a vu s'lever les tours
Qu'il avait bties de ses mains
Les potes et les troubadours
Ont chant des chansons d'amour
Qui promettaient au genre humain
De meilleurs lendemains
Il est venu le temps des cathdrales
Le monde est entr
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Il est venu le temps des cathdrales
Le monde est entr
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Il est foutu le temps des cathdrales
La foule des barbares
Est aux portes de la ville
Laissez entrer ces paens, ces vandales
La fin de ce monde
Est prvue pour l'an deux mille
Est prvue pour l'an deux mille
Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu
Mille-quatre-cent-quatre-vingt-deux
Histoire d'amour et de desir
Nous les artistes anonymes
De la sculpture ou de la rime
Tenterons de vous la transcrire
Pour les siecles venir
Il est venu le temps des cathedrales
Le monde est entre
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Pierre aprs pierre, jour aprs jour
De sicle en sicle avec amour
Il a vu s'lever les tours
Qu'il avait bties de ses mains
Les potes et les troubadours
Ont chant des chansons d'amour
Qui promettaient au genre humain
De meilleurs lendemains
Il est venu le temps des cathdrales
Le monde est entr
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Il est venu le temps des cathdrales
Le monde est entr
Dans un nouveau millnaire
L'homme a voulu monter vers les toiles
Ecrire son histoire
Dans le verre ou dans la pierre
Il est foutu le temps des cathdrales
La foule des barbares
Est aux portes de la ville
Laissez entrer ces paens, ces vandales
La fin de ce monde
Est prvue pour l'an deux mille
Est prvue pour l'an deux mille
English
It's a story that takes place
In beautiful Paris in the year of God
One thousand four hundred and eighty-two
A story of love and desire
We, the anonymous artists
Of sculpture or rhyme
Will try to transcribe it for you
For the centuries to come
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
Stone by stone, day by day
Century after century with love
He has seen the towers rise
That he had built with his hands
The poets and the troubadours
Have sung songs of love
That promised mankind
Better tomorrows
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals is over
The crowd of barbarians
Is at the gates of the city
Let these pagans, these vandals enter
The end of this world
Is planned for the year two thousand
Is planned for the year two thousand
In beautiful Paris in the year of God
One thousand four hundred and eighty-two
A story of love and desire
We, the anonymous artists
Of sculpture or rhyme
Will try to transcribe it for you
For the centuries to come
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
Stone by stone, day by day
Century after century with love
He has seen the towers rise
That he had built with his hands
The poets and the troubadours
Have sung songs of love
That promised mankind
Better tomorrows
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium
Man has wanted to climb towards the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone
The time of the cathedrals is over
The crowd of barbarians
Is at the gates of the city
Let these pagans, these vandals enter
The end of this world
Is planned for the year two thousand
Is planned for the year two thousand