Paroles et traduction Serge Gainsbourg & Alain Goraguer and His Orchestra - L'alcool

L'alcool

Mes illusions donnent sur la cour
Des horizons j'en ai pas lourd
Quand j'ai bossé toute la journée
Il m'reste plus pour rêver
Qu'les fleurs horribles de ma chambre
Mes illusions donnent sur la cour
J'ai mis une croix sur mes amours
Les p'tites pépés pour les toucher
Faut d'abord les allonger
Sinon c'est froid comme en décembre
Quand le soir venu j'm'en reviens du chantier
Après mille peines et le corps harrassé
J'ai le regard morne et les mains dégueulasses
D'quoi inciter les belles à faire la grimace
Bien sûr y'a les filles de joie sur le retour
Celles qui mâchent le chewing-gum pendant l'amour
Mais que trouverais-je dans leur coeur meurtri
Sinon qu'indifférence et mélancolie
Dans mes frusques couleur de muraille
Je joue les épouvantails
Mais nom de Dieu dans mon âme
Brûlait pourtant cette flamme
Où s'éclairaient mes amours
Et mes brèves fiançailles
Comme autant de feux de paille
Aujour'hui je fais mon chemin solitaire
Toutes mes ambitions se sont faites la paire
J'me suis laissé envahir par les orties
Par les ronces de cette chienne de vie
Mes illusions donnent sur la cour
Mais dans les troquets du faubourg
J'ai des ardoises de rêveries
Et le sens d'ironie
J'me laisse aller à la tendresse
J'oublie ma chambre au fond d'la cour
Le train de banlieue au petit jour
Et dans les vapeurs de l'alcool
J'vois mes châteaux espagnols
Mes haras et toutes mes duchesses
A moi les p'tites pépés les poupées jolies
Laissez venir à moi les petites souris
Je claque tout ce que je veux au baccara
Je tape sur le ventre des Maharajas
A moi les boîtes de nuit sud-américaines
Où l'on danse la tête vide et les mains pleines
A moi ces mignonnes au regard qui chavire
Qu'il faut agiter avant de s'en servir
Dans mes pieds-de-poule mes prince-de-galles
En douce j'me rince la dalle
Et nom de Dieu dans mon âme
V'là qu'j' ressens cette flamme
Où s'éclairaient mes amours
Et mes brèves fiançailles
Où se consumaient mes amours
Comme autant de feux de paille
Et quand les troquets ont éteint leurs néons
Qu'il n'reste plus un abreuvoir à l'horizon
Ainsi j'me laisse bercer par le calva
Et le dieu des ivrognes guide mes pas
My illusions overlook the courtyard
The horizons I have not heavy
When I worked all day
It m'reste more to dream
Qu'les flowers horrible my room
My illusions overlook the courtyard
I put a cross on my love
The p'tites pépés for touch
Should first lengthen
If it is cold as in December
When evening comes j'm'en back yard
After miles penalties and the body harrassé
I look bleak and hands dégueulasses
To encourage what beautiful to the grimace
Of course there's the girls on the return
Those who chew chewing gum for love
But what I find in their hearts bruised
Otherwise indifference and melancholy
In my frusques color wall
I play scarecrows
But the name of God in my soul
Brûlait yet this flame
Where s'éclairaient my love
And my brief engagement
Like so many fires straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My illusions overlook the courtyard
But in the suburb of troquets
I slates musings
And the sense of irony
J'me let the tenderness
I forget my room at the back of the court
The commuter train early days
And in the vapors of alcohol
J'vois my castles in Spain
My stud farm and all my duchesses
To me p'tites pépés pretty dolls
Let me come to the small mouse
I slap what I want to baccara
I slap on the belly of the Maharajas
To me nightclubs South American
Where we dance empty head and hands full
To me these cute under which capsized
The need to shake before use
In my feet-hen my prince-wales
In fresh j'me rinse slab
And the name of God in my soul
V'là qu'j 'feel this flame
Where s'éclairaient my love
And my brief engagement
Where is my love consumaient
Like so many fires straw
And when troquets have turned off their neon lights
That n'reste plus a trough on the horizon
Thus j'me leaves soothed by the calva
And the god of drunks guide my steps

Alcohol

My illusions overlook the courtyard
Horizons I don't have many
When I've been working all day
I have more left to dream
That the horrible flowers in my room
My illusions overlook the courtyard
I put an end to my loves
The little grandpas to touch them
We must first lengthen them
Otherwise it's cold like in December
When the evening comes I get back from the construction site
After a thousand sorrows and the harassed body
I have a dreary look and disgusting hands
Enough to encourage the beautiful to make a face
Of course there are the girls of joy on the way back
The ones who chew gum during sex
But what would I find in their bruised heart
Otherwise than indifference and melancholy
In my wall-colored frills
I play the scarecrows
But God's name in my soul
Yet this flame was burning
Where my loves lit up
And my brief engagement
Like so many fires of straw
Today I make my lonely way
All my ambitions have come together
I let myself be invaded by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of life
My illusions overlook the courtyard
But in the clubs of the suburb
I have slates of daydreams
And the sense of irony
I let myself go to tenderness
I forget my room at the end of the courtyard
The commuter train at dawn
And in the vapors of alcohol
I see my Spanish castles
My stud farms and all my duchesses
To me the little grandpas the pretty dolls
Let the little mice come to me
I slap everything I want on the baccarat
I tap on the bellies of the Maharajas
To me the South American nightclubs
Where we dance with an empty head and full hands
To me these cuties with the capsizing look
That it is necessary to shake before using it
In my houndstooth my prince of wales
On the sly I'm rinsing the slab
And God's name in my soul
There I feel this flame
Where my loves lit up
And my brief engagement
Where my loves were consumed
Like so many fires of straw
And when the coffee shops turned off their neon lights
That there is no longer a watering hole on the horizon
So I let myself be lulled by the calva
Et le dieu des ivrognes guide mes pas
My illusions overlook the courtyard
The horizons I have not heavy
When I worked all day
It m'reste more to dream
Qu'les flowers horrible my room
My illusions overlook the courtyard
I put a cross on my love
The p'tites pépés for touch
Should first lengthen
If it is cold as in December
When evening comes j'm'en back yard
After miles penalties and the body harrassé
I look bleak and hands dégueulasses
To encourage what beautiful to the grimace
Of course there's the girls on the return
Those who chew chewing gum for love
But what I find in their hearts bruised
Otherwise indifference and melancholy
In my frusques color wall
I play scarecrows
But the name of God in my soul
Brûlait yet this flame
Where s'éclairaient my love
And my brief engagement
Like so many fires straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My illusions overlook the courtyard
But in the suburb of troquets
I slates musings
And the sense of irony
J'me let the tenderness
I forget my room at the back of the court
The commuter train early days
And in the vapors of alcohol
J'vois my castles in Spain
My stud farm and all my duchesses
To me p'tites pépés pretty dolls
Let me come to the small mouse
I slap what I want to baccara
I slap on the belly of the Maharajas
To me nightclubs South American
Where we dance empty head and hands full
To me these cute under which capsized
The need to shake before use
In my feet-hen my prince-wales
In fresh j'me rinse slab
And the name of God in my soul
V'là qu'j 'feel this flame
Where s'éclairaient my love
And my brief engagement
Where is my love consumaient
Like so many fires straw
And when troquets have turned off their neon lights
That n'reste plus a trough on the horizon
Thus j'me leaves soothed by the calva
And the god of drunks guide my steps