Paroles et traduction Edith Piaf - Celui Qui Ne Savait Pas Pleurer

Celui Qui Ne Savait Pas Pleurer

C'est l'histoire d'un type moyen
Qui n'avait jamais pu pleurer.
Il en avait pas les moyens,
Pourtant, il aurait bien aim?,
Car de pleurer,? a vous soulage
Et? a vous met du baume dans l'c? ur,
Mais lui, il avait pass? l'? ge
D'apprendre le chagrin par c? ur.
Il essayait de se concentrer
Pour s'? mouvoir? l'improviste,
Mais non: il savait pas pleurer
Et c'est? a qui le rendait triste.
Pour se payer ce petit instant
O? l'on est vraiment malheureux,
Y s'fabriquait des emb? tements,
Inventait des ennuis s? rieux
Et pour? a, il savait s'y prendre,
A en juger par son pass?.
Il avait m? me tent? de se pendre,
Preuve qu'il aimait pas rigoler.
Quand s'pr? sentait un beau malheur,
Tout de suite il lui faisait du charme
Mais il avait beau s'crever l'c? ur,
Il pouvait pas trouver une larme.
? A lui a pass? subitement,
Rencontrant pr? s d'une fontaine
O? se d? barbouillait l'printemps,
Une gosse qui avait de la peine.
Dans son petit tablier de toile,
Elle pleurait comme une enfant.
Il a vu ses yeux pleins d'? toiles,
Alors il en a fait autant.
Un type comme? a, c'est pas commun
Car il? tait pas comme nous autres.
Puisque, pour qu'il ait du chagrin,
Il lui fallait l'chagrin des autres.
La gosse? tait toute seule au monde,
Tout' seule le jour, tout' seule la nuit
Et puis surtout, elle? tait blonde,
Alors il l'a prise avec lui.
Il est content puisque c'est elle
Qui lui a appris? pleurer
Mais la le? on? tait trop belle
La fille aussi... tout a rat?.
Il est devenu bien malheureux,
Tromp? plus qu'il ne le m? rite
Et tous les jours, il pleure un peu
Maintenant qu'il sait, il en profite

Celui Qui Ne Savait Pas Pleurer

This is the story of a lonely man,
Whose heart was too broken to cry.
He couldn't count on anyone,
But he wished he could,
Because crying, it can heal your soul
And it can mend your heart,
But he, he had lived too long,
To learn how to grieve.
He tried to focus on
What he could do that day,
But no: he didn't know how to cry
And this is what made him sad.
To get himself some time
When he could be truly sad,
He made things up for himself,
Invented serious troubles
And what's more, he knew how,
If you judge by his past.
He even tried to hang himself,
Proof that he didn't like to joke.
When a perfect tragedy showed up,
He would immediately give it his all,
But he could break his heart wide open,
He couldn't find a single tear.
This happened to him suddenly,
Meeting near a fountain,
Where spring was washing its face,
A little girl who was in pain.
In her little canvas apron,
She cried like a child.
He saw her eyes filled with stars,
So then he started to do the same.
A guy like that, it's not common
Because he's not like the rest of us.
Because, in order for him to be sad,
He needed the sadness of others.
The girl was all alone in the world,
All alone in the day, all alone in the night
And anyway, she was blonde,
So he took her with him.
He's happy because it's she
Who taught him to cry
But the lesson was too beautiful
The girl too... everything went wrong.
He became truly sad,
Betrayed more than he deserved
And everyday, he cries a little
Now that he knows how, he makes the most of it