Paroles et traduction Eddy Mitchell - Au bar du Lutetia (Live Big Band)

Au bar du Lutetia (Live Big Band)

Au bar du Lutetia, il a ses habitudes
Le barman connaît bien ses rites, ses attitudes
Si son rire est joyeux, il prépare un 102
Ou un Bloody Mary, si y'a le blues dans sa vie

Au bar du Lutetia, le piano reconnaît sa voix
Avec le musicien, il joue à quatre mains
Il plagie Count Basie, Erroll Garner aussi
Il attend le matin mais sa nuit est sans fin
Y'a des filles ne vivant que du string minimum qui rôdent autour de lui
Des clients éméchés qui écoutent, amusés
L'homme à la tête de chou qui s'en fout

Au bar du Lutetia, il chante "As time goes by"
Revisitant Bogart jouant dans Casablanca
Il imite son regard, boit son Martini dry
Enveloppé de fumée, nuage gris bleuté
Y'a des filles ne vivant que du string minimum, qui rôdent autour de lui
Top models effeuillés, toutes prêtes à consommer
L'homme à la tête de chou se change en loup

Au bar du Lutetia, maintenant, ça n'est plus ça
Depuis que tu n'y viens plus, le barman est comme perdu
Le pianiste joue en sol "Vieille canaille" mais tout seul
Tu ne perds pas au change, tu bois avec les anges
Maintenant, ça n'est plus ça au bar du Lutetia

At the Bar of the Lutetia (Live Big Band)

At the bar of the Lutetia, he has his habits
The bartender knows his rites, his ways
If his laughter is happy, he prepares a 102
Or a Bloody Mary, if there's the blues in his life

At the bar of the Lutetia, the piano recognizes his voice
With the musician, he plays four-handed
He plagiarizes Count Basie, Erroll Garner too
He waits for morning, but his night is endless
There are girls who only live in a string minimum, they are hovering around him
Drunk customers who listen, amused
The cabbage-headed man who doesn't care

At the bar of the Lutetia, he sings "As time goes by"
Revisiting Bogart playing in Casablanca
He imitates his look, drinks his Martini dry
Enveloped in smoke, a bluish-gray cloud
There are girls who only live in a string minimum, they hover around him
Top models, ready to be consumed
The cabbage-headed man turns into a wolf

At the bar of the Lutetia, now it's not like that anymore
Since you haven't been there anymore, the bartender seems lost
The pianist plays "Vieille canaille" in G, but all alone
You don't lose any change, you drink with the angels
It's not like that anymore at the bar of the Lutetia