Paroles et traduction Yves Montand - Le carrosse - Live

Le carrosse - Live

On allait ensemble à l'école communale
C'était le gamin qui n'jouait jamais
Il avait la tête au milieu des étoiles
Nous les chefs indiens, il nous ignorait
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Tablier noir, cheveux en brosse
On l'appelait Monsieur Carabosse
Il s'inventait des baronnes
Qui visitaient son château
Et pour promener sa bonne
La bonne Yvonne
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Je l'ai retrouvé dans la rue de Courcelles
Alors qu'il vendait des pierres à briquet
Il se baladait couronné d'étincelles
Comme un Louis XIV après un banquet
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Très fier de lui et de ses noces
Avec la fille d'un roi d'Écosse
Elle était là sans couronne
Pour amuser les badauds
C'était toujours sa bonne
La bonne Yvonne
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
Et le temps passait et chambardait la terre
On démolissait, on rebâtissait
La fortune passait dans un bruit de tonnerre
Lui, vendait toujours ses pierres à briquet
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux
C'est merveilleux un rêve de gosse
Quand on y croit de toutes ses forces
Et Cendrillon en personne
Dormait le soir au château
C'était toujours sa bonne
La bonne Yvonne
Il attendait son carrosse
Il attendait ses chevaux!

The Carriage - Live

We used to go to school together
He was the kid who never played
His head was always in the stars
We, the Indian chiefs, ignored him
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
Black apron, hair brushed
We called him Monsieur Carabosse
He invented baronesses for himself
Who visited his castle
And to walk his maid
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
I found him again in the Rue de Courcelles
As he was selling flintstones
He walked around crowned with sparks
Like a Louis XIV after a banquet
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
Very proud of himself and his wedding
With the daughter of a Scottish king
She was there without a crown
To amuse the onlookers
It was always his maid
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
And time passed and turned the earth upside down
We demolished, we rebuilt
Fortune passed by in a thunder
He was still selling his flintstones
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses
A childhood dream is wonderful
When you believe in it with all your might
And Cinderella herself
Slept at the castle at night
It was always his maid
The maid Yvonne
He was waiting for his carriage
He was waiting for his horses!