Paroles et traduction Edith Piaf - Quatorze juillet

Quatorze juillet

Il me vient par la fen? tre
Des musiques de la rue.
Chaque estrade a son orchestre.
Chaque bal a sa cohue.
Ces gens-l? m'ont pris ma f? te.
Je ne la reconnais plus.

Dans ma chambre, je me chante
L'air que nous avons vals?.
Je regarde la toquarde
O? tes doigts se sont pos? s.

Tu m'as dit: "Tu es si belle."
Et tu as, l'instant d'apr? s,
Ajout?: "La vie est b? te.".
J'ai compris que tu partais.
Si tu ne reviens jamais,
Il n'y aura plus de quatorze juillet.

Il me vient par la fen? tre
Un murmure qui s'? teint,
Les chansons d'une jeunesse
Attard? e dans le matin.
N'allez pas troubler mon r? ve.
Allez rire un peu plus loin.

Que m'apporte, que m'apporte
Cette joie de quelques heures?
Je suis morte, je suis morte
Et je t'ai d? j? rejoint
Et mon corps est pr? s du tien
Mais personne n'en sait rien...

July 14th

From the window comes to me
Music from the street.
Each platform has its orchestra.
Each dance has its crowd.
These people have taken my party from me.
I don't recognize it anymore.

In my room, I sing to myself
The tune to which we waltzed.
I look at the music box
On which your fingers rested.

You said to me: "You are so beautiful."
And then, a moment later,
You added: "Life is stupid".
I understood that you were leaving.
If you never come back,
There will be no more July 14th.

From the window comes to me
A murmur that fades away,
The songs of a youth
Lingering in the morning.
Don't disturb my dream.
Go laugh a little further away.

What can this
Joy of a few hours bring me?
I am dead, I am dead
And I have already joined you.
My body is near yours,
But no one knows about it...