Paroles et traduction Vincent Delerm, Helena - C'était bien

C'était bien

C'é-tait tout juste a-près la guerr'
Dans un p'tit bal qu'a-vait souf-fert
Sur u-ne pis-te de mi-sère
Y'en a-vait deux à dé-cou-vert
Par-mi les gra-vas ils dan-saient
Dans ce p'tit bal qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait

Non! je n'm'en sou-viens plus
Du nom du bal per-du
Ce dont je me sou-veins
C'est de ces a-mou-reux
Qui ne re-gar-daient rien au-tour d'eux
Y'a-vait tant d'in-sou-cian-ce
Dans leurs ges-tes é-mus
A-lors quelle im-por-tan-ce
Le nom du bal per-du
Non! je n'm'en sou-viens plus
Du nom du bal per-du
Ce dont je me sou-viens
C'est qu'ils é-taient heu-reux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'é-tait bien
Et c'é-tait bien.

Tou-jours sans se quit-ter des yeux
Ils fai-saient la mê-me pri-ère
D'ê-tre tou-jours tou-jours heu-reux
Par-mi les gra-vas ils sou-riaient
Dans ce p'tit bal s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait

Non! je n'm'en sou-viens plus

Du nom du bal per-du
Ce dont je me sou-veins
C'est de ces a-mou-reux
Qui ne re-gar-daient rien au-tour d'eux
Y'a-vait tant d'in-sou-cian-ce
Dans leurs ges-tes é-mus
A-lors quelle im-por-tan-ce
Le nom du bal per-du
Non! je n'm'en sou-viens plus
Du nom du bal per-du
Ce dont je me sou-viens
C'est qu'ils é-taient heu-reux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'é-tait bien
Et c'é-tait bien.

Et puis quand l'ac-cor-dé-o-niste
S'est ar-rê-té ils sont par-tis
Le soir tom-bait des-sus la piste
Sur les gra-vas et sur ma vie
Il é-tait red'-ve-nu tout triste
Ce pe-tit bal qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait
Qui s'ap-pe-lait

Non! je n'm'en sou-viens plus
Du nom du bal per-du
Ce dont je me sou-viens
C'est de ces a-mou-reux
Qui ne re-gar-daient rien au-tour d'eux
Y'a-vait tant de lu-miè-re
A-vec eux dans la rue
A-lors la belle af-fai-re
Le nom du bal per-du
Non! je n'm'en sou-viens plus
Du nom du bal per-du
Ce dont je me sou-viens
C'est qu'on é-tait heu-reux
Les yeux au fond des yeux
Et c'é-tait bien
Et c'é-tait bien.

It Was Good

It was just after the war,
In a small dance hall that had suffered,
On a dance floor of misery,
There were two, exposed,
Among the rubble, they danced,
In this little dance hall that was called,
That was called,
That was called,
That was called,

No! I don't remember,
The name of the lost dance hall,
What I remember,
Is those lovers,
Who didn't look at anything around them,
There was so much carelessness,
In their moved gestures,
So what does it matter,
The name of the lost dance hall,
No! I don't remember,
The name of the lost dance hall,
What I remember,
Is that they were happy,
Eyes deep in each other's eyes,
And it was good,
And it was good.

Always without taking their eyes off each other,
They made the same prayer,
To always, always be happy,
Among the rubble, they smiled,
In this little dance hall called,
That was called,
That was called,
That was called,

No! I don't remember,

The name of the lost dance hall,
What I remember,
Is those lovers,
Who didn't look at anything around them,
There was so much carelessness,
In their moved gestures,
So what does it matter,
The name of the lost dance hall,
No! I don't remember,
The name of the lost dance hall,
What I remember,
Is that they were happy,
Eyes deep in each other's eyes,
And it was good,
And it was good.

And then when the accordionist,
Stopped, they left,
The evening fell on the dance floor,
On the rubble and on my life,
It had become sad again,
This little dance hall that was called,
That was called,
That was called,
That was called,

No! I don't remember,
The name of the lost dance hall,
What I remember,
Is those lovers,
Who didn't look at anything around them,
There was so much light,
With them in the street,
So what a beautiful thing,
The name of the lost dance hall,
No! I don't remember,
The name of the lost dance hall,
What I remember,
Is that we were happy,
Eyes deep in each other's eyes,
And it was good,
And it was good.