Lyrics and translation Edith Piaf - Ding Din Don

Ding Din Don

Quand il naquit, son père sa mère,
Depuis longtemps, ne s'aimaient plus.
Ça fait qu'il arriva sur terre
Un peu comme un enfant perdu.
Quand on est môme, ça vous dégoûte
De ne jamais rire de tout son cœur,
Alors, très jeune, il prit la route
Et s'enfuit chercher le bonheur.
{Refrain:}
Ding Din Dong, chantons sa plainte.
Ding Din Dong, chantons-la donc.
Il chercha dans la solitude.
Il chercha aussi dans le bruit.
De chercher, ayant l'habitude,
Quand il le trouva, il s'enfuit.
Puis il aima, elle était blonde.
Elle l'aimait bien, oui mais voilà:
Elle se donnait à tout le monde.
Il la battit puis s'en alla.
{Refrain}
Il se dit: "Les blondes sont volages,
Mais les cheveux noirs c'est plus sérieux."
Il prit un brune, promit mariage,
Pensant qu'cette fois il s'rait heureux.
Au bout de cinq à six semaines,
Elle s'ennuyait à la maison.
"Vraiment", dit-il, "je n'ai pas d'veine.
Elle a pourtant pas les ch'veux blonds."
{Refrain}
Il ne savait pas que les femmes,
Ça n'aime pas l'bonheur quotidien
Et l'pauvre garçon s'torturait l'âme:
"Mais j'l'aime... mon Dieu... Ah que j'l'aime bien."
Et, mordu par la jalousie,
Y n'savait plus que s'lamenter.
"On va m'la prendre, elle est jolie."
Alors il voulut la tuer.
{Refrain}
Mais elle était vraiment fidèle.
Il l'aimait tant qu'il préféra
Se faire sauter la cervelle.
Il en mourut et puis voilà.
Si cette histoire vous fait rire,
C'est que vous n'avez rien compris.
Il cherchait le bonheur, le pire
Est qu'il trouva la mort, tant pis...
Ding Din Dong, finit sa plainte...
Ding Din Dong, et Ding et Dong...

Ding Din Don

When he was born, his father and mother,
Had long since stopped loving each other.
So he arrived on earth
A little like a lost child.
When you're a kid, it disgusts you
Never to laugh with all your heart,
So, very young, he took to the road
And ran away to seek happiness.
{Chorus:}
Ding Din Dong, let's sing his complaint.
Ding Din Dong, let's sing it then.
He searched in solitude.
He also searched in the noise.
Having been in the habit of searching,
When he found it, he ran away.
Then he loved, she was blonde.
She loved him well, yes but here it is:
She gave herself to everyone.
He beat her and then left.
{Chorus}
He said to himself: "Blondes are fickle,
But black hair is more serious."
He took a brunette, promised marriage,
Thinking that this time he would be happy.
At the end of five to six weeks,
She got bored at home.
"Really", he said, "I have no luck.
Yet she doesn't have blonde hair."
{Chorus}
He didn't know that women,
Don't like daily happiness
And the poor boy tortured his soul:
"But I love her... my God... Ah how I love her."
And, bitten by jealousy,
He no longer knew how to complain.
"They're going to take her from me, she's pretty."
So he wanted to kill her.
{Chorus}
But she was really faithful.
He loved her so much that he preferred
To blow his own brains out.
He died from it and that's it.
If this story makes you laugh,
It's because you haven't understood anything.
He was looking for happiness, the worst
Is that he found death, too bad...
Ding Din Dong, finishes his complaint...
Ding Din Dong, and Ding and Dong...