Lyrics and translation Hugues Aufray - Stewball (Live au Casino de Paris / 1996)

Stewball (Live au Casino de Paris / 1996)

Il s'appelait Stewball
C'était un cheval blanc
Il était mon idole
Et moi, j'avais dix ans

Notre pauvre père
Pour acheter ce pur sang
Avait mis dans l'affaire
Jusqu'à son dernier franc

Il avait dans la tête
D'en faire un grand champion
Pour liquider nos dettes
Et payer la maison

Il croyait à sa chance
Il engagea Stewball
Par un beau dimanche
Au grand prix de St-Paul

"Je sais", dit mon père
"Que Stewball va gagner"
Mais, après la rivière
Stewball est tombé

Quand le vétérinaire
D'un seul coup, l'acheva
J'ai vu pleurer mon père
Pour la première fois

Il s'appelait Stewball
C'était un cheval blanc
Il était mon idole
Et moi, j'avais dix ans

Stewball (Live at the Casino de Paris / 1996)

His name was Stewball, my love,
He was a white horse, so fine,
He was my idol, my dear,
And I, I was only ten.

Our poor father, you see,
To buy this thoroughbred steed,
Had put into the deal,
Every last franc, indeed.

He had it in his head, my sweet,
To make him a great champion,
To clear our debts, you know,
And pay off the house, and then...

He believed in his luck, my love,
He entered Stewball to race,
One beautiful Sunday, dear,
At the Grand Prix of St. Paul.

"I know," said my father, so proud,
"That Stewball is going to win,"
But after the river bend, alas,
Stewball fell, my darling, then.

When the veterinarian, my dear,
With one shot, ended his pain,
I saw my father cry, you see,
For the very first time, again.

His name was Stewball, my love,
He was a white horse, so fine,
He was my idol, my dear,
And I, I was only ten.