Paroles et traduction Yvette Giraud - T'en as d'la veine

T'en as d'la veine

T'en as d' la veine
Toi, tu t' promènes
En trimballant ton cœur de gosse
Toi, p'tit bonhomme
Haut comme trois pommes
T'as pas besoin d' rouler ta bosse

Car sur la Butte, tu rêves et tu vis
De chez toi tu peux voir Paris
Rien que pour ça, pardi
Y a bien des gens qui t'envient

T'en as d' la veine
Ton p'tit domaine
C'est l' paradis de la bohème
Des midinettes
Des chansonnettes
T'es bien placé pour la cueillette

De ton Paname, t'en as plein les yeux
Et toi qui, à Montmartre
Sens son cœur battre
T'en as d' la veine

Dans la vie, c'est pas toujours ta fête
Car tu es souvent fauché
Oui mais toi, tu as en fait d' galette
Le vieux moulin du passé

T'en as d' la veine
Quand l' soir s'amène
D'avoir des millions en lumières
Et rue des Saules
Devant ta piaule
Le monde entier fait des croisières

Tu as beau dire que ça n' te fait rien
Quand tu vois qu'on vient de si loin
Visiter ton patelin
Tu te sens vraiment quelqu'un

Dans ton langage
Y a des images
Qui font frémir ton entourage
Comme dit l'Histoire
Qu'a d' la mémoire
T'es toujours prêt pour la bagarre

Tu as l' panache, l'esprit de Paris
Je te dis, moi qui t'aime
T'en as d' la veine
T'en as d' la veine, mon p'tit

Lucky You

Lucky you
You, you wander around
Carrying your child's heart
You, little man
Tiny as three apples
You don't need to roll your hump

Because on the Butte, you dream and you live
From your home you can see Paris
Just for that, by golly
There are many people who envy you

Lucky you
Your little domain
It's the bohemian's paradise
Of factory girls
Of little songs
You're well-placed for the picking

Of your Paname, you have your eyes full
And you who in Montmartre
Feel his heart beat
You're a lucky one

In life, it's not always your party
Because you are often broke
Yes but you, you have in fact as much dough
As the old windmill of the past

Lucky you
When evening comes
To have millions in lights
And rue des Saules
In front of your crib
The whole world is cruising

You may say it doesn't affect you at all
When you see that people come from so far away
To visit your neighborhood
You really feel like someone

In your language
There are images
That make your entourage tremble
As history says
That has a memory
You're always ready for a fight

You have the panache, the spirit of Paris
I tell you, I who love you
You're a lucky one
You're lucky, my little one