Paroles et traduction Edith Piaf - L’homme à la moto (Live)

L’homme à la moto (Live)

Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.
Jamais il ne se coiffait, jamais il ne se lavait
Les ongles pleins de cambouis mais sur les biceps il avait
Un tatouage avec un c? ur bleu sur la peau bleme
Et juste? l'int? rieur, on lisait: 'Maman je t'aime'
Il avait une petite amie du nom de Marie-Lou
On la prenait en piti?, une enfant de son? ge
Car tout le monde savait bien qu'il aimait entre tout
Sa chienne de moto bien davantage.
Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.
Marie-Lou la pauvre fille l'implora, le supplia
Dit: 'Ne pars pas ce soir, je vais pleurer si tu t'en vas'
Mais les mots furent perdus, ses larmes pareillement
Dans le bruit de la machine et du tuyau d'? chappement
Il bondit comme un diable avec des flammes dans les yeux
Au passage? niveau, ce fut comme un? clair de feu
Contre une locomotive qui filait vers le midi
Et quand on d? barrassa les d? bris.
On trouva sa culotte, ses bottes de moto
Son blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Mais plus rien de la moto et plus rien de ce d? mon
Qui semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.

The Man on the Motorcycle (Live)

He wore leather chaps, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His motorcycle that took off like a cannonball
Spread terror throughout the region.
He never combed his hair, never washed himself
His nails were full of grease but on his biceps he had
A tattoo with a blue heart on his pale skin
And right inside, it read: 'Mom, I love you'
He had a girlfriend named Marie-Lou
We pitied her, a child her age
Because everyone knew well that he loved above all
His damn motorcycle much more.
He wore leather chaps, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His motorcycle that took off like a cannonball
Spread terror throughout the region.
Marie-Lou the poor girl begged and pleaded with him
Said: 'Don't leave tonight, I'll cry if you go'
But the words were lost, her tears too
In the noise of the machine and the exhaust pipe
He leapt like a devil with flames in his eyes
At the railroad crossing, it was like a blaze of fire
Against a locomotive that was speeding towards the south
And when the wreckage was cleared
We found his chaps, his motorcycle boots
His black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But nothing more of the motorcycle and nothing more of that demon
Who spread terror throughout the region.