Paroles et traduction Frédéric François - L'hidalgo de Broadway (Live)

L'hidalgo de Broadway (Live)

Il portait des vestes a carreaux,
Un peu rétro,
Et jouait les chanteurs de charme,
Il voulait chanter Ti amo,
Dans un micro,
Pour séduire le cur des femmes,
Il rêvait de Valentino, de Caruzzo,
En espérant en secret,
Qu'un jour la gloire et les bravo,
Viendrait le chercher.

Un jour,
Ce sera mon tour,
Je deviendrais,
L'hidalgo de Broadway,
Mon nom sur les néons,
Pourra briller,
L'hidalgo de Broadway,
Les femmes vendront leurs âmes,
Pour approcher,
L'hidalgo de Broadway,
Et stars parmi les stars,
Je signerais,
L'hidalgo de Broadway.

Il était toujours habillé et gominé,
Comme les stars de cinéma,
Il portait tout contre son cur,
Porte-bonheur,
Une photo de la Mama,
Il avait mis dans sa guitare,
Tous ses espoirs,
Et toute ses ambitions,
Répétant a qui voulait croire,
La même chanson.

Un jour,
Ce sera mon tour,
Je deviendrais,
L'hidalgo de Broadway,
Mon nom sur les néons,
Pourra briller,
L'hidalgo de Broadway,
Hélas le temps qui passe,
À oublier,
L'hidalgo de Broadway,
Et l'heure de sa splendeur,
N'a pas sonner,
L'hidalgo de Broadway.

Mais un jour le grand amour,
Lui a donner,
Le plus grand des succès,
Depuis brille dans ses nuits,
La symphonie
Des lumières de Broadway,
La gloire,
Il peut y croire,
C'est tous les soirs,
Quand ils sont enlacés,
Il a entre ses bras,
Trouver sa voie,
L'hidalgo de Broadway,
De Broadway.

The Hidalgo of Broadway (Live)

He wore checkered jackets,
A little retro,
And played the charming singer,
He wanted to sing Ti amo,
Into a microphone,
To seduce the hearts of women,
He dreamt of Valentino, of Caruso,
Secretly hoping,
That one day glory and applause,
Would come looking for him.

One day,
It will be my turn,
I will become,
The Hidalgo of Broadway,
My name in neon lights,
Will shine,
The Hidalgo of Broadway,
Women will sell their souls,
To approach,
The Hidalgo of Broadway,
And star among stars,
I will sign,
The Hidalgo of Broadway.

He was always dressed and slicked back,
Like the movie stars,
He carried against his heart,
A lucky charm,
A photo of Mama,
He had put into his guitar,
All his hopes,
And all his ambitions,
Repeating to anyone who would listen,
The same song.

One day,
It will be my turn,
I will become,
The Hidalgo of Broadway,
My name in neon lights,
Will shine,
The Hidalgo of Broadway,
Alas, time passes,
Forgetting,
The Hidalgo of Broadway,
And the hour of his splendor,
Has not yet rung,
The Hidalgo of Broadway.

But one day, true love,
Gave him,
The greatest success,
Since then, it shines in his nights,
The symphony,
Of the lights of Broadway,
Glory,
He can believe in it,
Every night,
When they are embraced,
He has in his arms,
Found his way,
The Hidalgo of Broadway,
Of Broadway.