Songtexte The Boss Is Dead (Monsieur est mort) - Live - Charles Aznavour

Et puis enfin au bout de 20 minutes
Charles Aznavour a pris le risque
De chanter la traduction de ses chanson
Et puis prudemment
Il a alterné une en anglais, deux en français

The boss is dead, so what, who cares?
He was confined to bed and grumpy
I used to dread to climb the stairs
He made me nervous, even jumpy

Here in his mansion he would live
Making believe that it was haunted
He was a man who'd never give
He was a man who always wanted

Yeah, he always wanted
He always wanted

He got his fortune from his dad
Had never spent a day in business
I could have said he was a cad
But I was told to mind my business

I used to smile at him and think
His time will come, why should I worry
Especially since he took to drink
It won't be long, and would be sorry

He would be sorry
Would be sorry

His health was slowly getting worse
He never wanted a physician
To top it all I was his nurse
What if they have an inquisition?

What did he die from? I don't know
To have a guess might be the wrong thing
One thing is sure, he had to go
And there's no doubt he died of something

Yeah, he died of something
He died of something

Before he uttered his last breath
He asked to see all his relations
Until the moment of his death
He noticed their anticipation

Then came the time for friends to grieve
All of a sudden friends were many
Hoping to get what he would leave
But they were left without a penny

Yeah, without a penny
Without a penny, a single penny

Although they got what they deserved
And I found the whole thing very funny
Especially the moment when I heard that
It was to me he left his money

To me all that money
To me all that money
To me all that money