Le disque usé (Live à Lausanne 1946-1947) - Edith Piaf traduction en anglais

Le disque usé (Live à Lausanne 1946-1947)

Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux mat'lots
Où n'entre pas la lumière,
Y a un vilain caboulot.
La figure triste et pâle,
Une servante aux yeux bleus
Rêve aux plus belles escales
Et à des ciels merveilleux.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: "Ton attente est vaine."
Mais, dans un coin, un phono
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
"Tant qu'y a d'la vie, y a d'l'espoir.
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s'achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu'y a d'la vie, y a d'l'espoir."
Il était beau comme un ange,
Des cheveux blonds comm' le miel.
Son regard était étrange,
Plus bleu que le bleu du ciel.
Il appela la servante
Et lui dit: "Je te cherchais."
Elle répondit, tremblante:
"Y a longtemps que j'attendais."
Il l'a serrée dans ses bras,
"Quand je serai capitaine..."
Et le vieux disque, tout bas,
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
"Tant qu'y a d'la vie, y a d'l'espoir.
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s'achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu'y a d'la vie, y a d'l'espoir."
Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux mat'lots
Où n'entre pas la lumière,
Y a un vilain caboulot.
Elle attend, fière et hautaine,
Elle attend, depuis vingt ans,
Elle attend son capitaine,
Et son regard est confiant.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: "Ton attente est vaine."
Mais elle écout' le phono
Raclant sa vieille rengaine.
Tant qu'y a d'la vie y a d'l'esp...
Y a d'l'esp...
Y a d'l'esp...
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s'achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu'y a d'la vie y a d'l'esp...
Tant qu'y a d'la vie y a d'l'esp...
Tant qu'y a d'la vie y a d'l'esp...

Le disque usé (Live à Lausanne 1946-1947)

Dead end of the gutter,
In the alley of sailors
Where light does not enter,
There is an ugly dive.
With a sad and pale face,
A waitress with blue eyes
Dreams of the most beautiful stopovers
And of marvelous skies.
Every whistle of the boats
Tells her: "Your waiting is in vain."
But, in a corner, a phonograph
Sings its old refrain.
"As long as there is life, there is hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be fulfilled one evening.
Before your life is over,
Happiness will come to see you.
You must wait for it relentlessly.
Drive away the black butterflies.
As long as there is life, there is hope."
He was as beautiful as an angel,
With blond hair like honey.
His gaze was strange,
Bluer than the blue of the sky.
He called the waitress
And said: "I was looking for you."
She answered, trembling:
"I have been waiting for a long time."
He held her in his arms,
"When I will be a captain..."
And the old record, very softly,
Sings its old refrain.
"As long as there is life, there is hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be fulfilled one evening.
Before your life is over,
Happiness will come to see you.
You must wait for it relentlessly.
Drive away the black butterflies.
As long as there is life, there is hope."
Dead end of the gutter,
In the alley of sailors
Where light does not enter,
There is an ugly dive.
She waits, proud and haughty,
She waits since twenty years,
She waits for her captain,
And her gaze is confident.
Every whistle of the boats
Tells her: "Your waiting is in vain."
But she listens to the phonograph
Scraping its old refrain.
As long as there is life there is h...
There is h...
There is h...
Your desires, your dreams
Will be fulfilled one evening.
Before your life is over,
Happiness will come to see you.
You must wait for it relentlessly.
Drive away the black butterflies.
As long as there is life there is h...
As long as there is life there is h...
As long as there is life there is h...