Paroles et traduction Carla Bruni - Little French Song (Live)

Little French Song (Live)

Quand tout va mal, when life goes wrong
Try for a little french song
French songs are maybe démodées mais si douces à fredonner
French songs are tender à I'envi, nostalgiques à l'infini
Et quand on n'sait plus where to belong
Try for a little french song
French songs will take you to Paris, to Pigalle ou I'Île Saint-Louis
French song are dancing sous la pluie, de Bastille aux Tuileries
Because we have de quoi frimer: we have Brassens, Brel and Ferré
We have Boris Vian, Barbara, Gainsbourg, Trenet, Prévert, Kosma
Because we have de quoi choisir we have Aznavour, Reggiani,
Bécaud, Nougaro, Moustaki, Édith Piaf CIoclo and Johnny
Oui, oui, oui, oui
Bien sûr c'n'est pas Duke Ellington
C'n'est pas EIvis ni Jackson
C'n'est pas Fitzgerald ou Armstrong
C'est iust a Iittle french song
Mais quand Ie chagrin reste too Iong
Moi je chante une little french song
Because we have de quoi frimer: we have Brassens, Brel and Ferré
We have Boris Vian, Barbara, Gainsbourg, Trenet, Prévert, Kosma
Because we have de quoi choisir we have Aznavour, Reggiani,
Bécaud, Nougaro, Moustaki, Edith Piaf Cloclo and Johnny
Oui, oui, oui, oui
Et qu'on soit de Londres ou de Hong Kong, qu'on soit trois feuilles
Ou shu-bang
Qu'on soit djellabah ou sarong, try for a little french song
Quand les méchants sonnent leur gong
Moi ie chante une little french song

Little French Song (Live)

When everything goes wrong, when life goes wrong
Try a little French song
French songs may be outdated but so sweet to hum
French songs are endlessly tender, infinitely nostalgic
And when you no longer know where you belong
Try a little French song
French songs will take you to Paris, to Pigalle or Île Saint-Louis
French songs are dancing in the rain, from Bastille to the Tuileries
Because we have something to brag about: we have Brassens, Brel and Ferré
We have Boris Vian, Barbara, Gainsbourg, Trenet, Prévert, Kosma
Because we have so much to choose from, we have Aznavour, Reggiani,
Bécaud, Nougaro, Moustaki, Édith Piaf, Cloclo and Johnny
Oui, oui, oui, oui
Of course, it's not Duke Ellington
It's not Elvis or Jackson
It's not Fitzgerald or Armstrong
It's just a little French song
But when the sorrow lingers too long
I sing a little French song
Because we have something to brag about: we have Brassens, Brel and Ferré
We have Boris Vian, Barbara, Gainsbourg, Trenet, Prévert, Kosma
Because we have so much to choose from, we have Aznavour, Reggiani,
Bécaud, Nougaro, Moustaki, Édith Piaf, Cloclo and Johnny
Oui, oui, oui, oui
Whether you're from London or Hong Kong, whether you're high as a kite
Or wasted
Whether you're in a djellaba or a sarong, try a little French song
When the bad guys sound their gong
I sing a little French song