Paroles et traduction Romain Didier - Comediante

Comediante

Comediante
Romain Didier

Paroles: Allain Leprest. musique: Romain Didier

Monsieur au bar pas un dollar
Il s'offre un verre en fauchant les pourboires
On l'applaudit, il tend son chapeau
Il paie la tournée l'patron crie Bravo!

C'est à la scène comme à la ville
Une star en toc, un Molière en guenilles
Mille fois bravo, rien qu'un saltimbanque
Rien qu'un sale zéro sur son compte en banque

T'as la santé hé hé hé hé
Comedian... te hé hé hé
A ta santé hé hé hé hé
Comedian... te hé hé hé

Rue Clemenceau, car de police
Un fourgon bleu c'est l'entrée des artistes
Monsieur debout chante Mexico
Les flics sont à genoux et lui crient Bravo!

Marché Bastille il sait plus l'heure
T'as pas cent balles on déballe les choux-fleurs
C'est juste histoire de refaire le monde
Il rit, elle sourit la marchande est blonde

T'as la santé hé hé hé hé
Comedian... te hé hé hé
A ta santé hé hé hé hé
Comedian... te hé hé hé

Y a un cheveu blond sur son veston
Sa femme est brune normal elle fait des bonds
Une belle pirouette un bon mot... ciao
Et monsieur s'en tire sa femme crie Bravo!

Il est parti hier vers dix heures
Sur le marché pour acheter des choux-fleurs
Il revient le lendemain il dit y'en a plus
Il pleure, elle l'embrasse et monsieur salue

T'as la santé hé hé hé hé
Comedian... te hé hé hé
A ta santé hé hé hé hé
Comedian... te hé hé hé

Comedian

Comedian
Romain Didier

Lyrics: Allain Leprest, music: Romain Didier

Mister at the bar not a dollar
He buys a drink by stealing tips
We applaud him, he holds out his hat
He pays for the round, the boss shouts Bravo!

He's a star on stage and in the city
A fake star, a Molière in rags
A thousand times Bravo, nothing but a clown
Nothing but a big zero in his bank account

You have your health, hey, hey, hey, hey
Comedian... you, hey, hey, hey
To your health, hey, hey, hey, hey
Comedian... you, hey, hey, hey

Clemenceau Street, police car
A blue van, it's the entrance for artists
Mister standing up sings Mexico
The cops are on their knees and shout Bravo!

Bastille Market, he doesn't know the time
You don't have a hundred bucks, let's unpack the cauliflowers
It's just a matter of redoing the world
He laughs, she smiles, the saleswoman is blonde

You have your health, hey, hey, hey, hey
Comedian... you, hey, hey, hey
To your health, hey, hey, hey, hey
Comedian... you, hey, hey, hey

There's a blond hair on his jacket
His wife is brunette, of course she jumps
A nice pirouette, a good word... ciao
And mister runs off, his wife shouts Bravo!

He left yesterday around ten o'clock
At the market to buy cauliflowers
He comes back the next day, he says there are none left
He cries, she kisses him, and mister salutes

You have your health, hey, hey, hey, hey
Comedian... you, hey, hey, hey
To your health, hey, hey, hey, hey
Comedian... you, hey, hey, hey