Paroles et traduction Edith Piaf - Mariage - live au Carnegie Hall 1957

Mariage - live au Carnegie Hall 1957

Six heures, Place de la Trinit?,
Quand le coup de feu a claqu?
Juste en face du petit caf?.
La dame qui avait tir?
Regardait d'un air? tonn?
L'homme en gris qui? tait tomb?.
On ajouta un num? ro
Sur le registre de bureau
Du commissariat de police.
La dame, elle ne veut pas parler
Et quand le juge est fatigu?,
Elle bavarde avec son pass?...
Dire que tout? a a commenc?
En m? me temps qu'un soleil d'? t?
Qui avait l'air fait pour durer
Et le soleil s'? tait pos?
Sur un jeune homme en gris fonc?
Qui avait l'air fait pour danser.
Alors, bien s? r, elle a vals?
Et puis apr? s, l'a embrass?
Il n'en faut pas plus pour aimer.
On ajouta un num? ro
Sur le registre de bureau
De la mairie du quatorzi? me.
Alors, tout devient merveilleux.
Dans les beaux r? ves, on ne fait pas mieux.
La dame, elle en ferme les yeux.
Elle revoit, elle revoit
Le seul jour de da vie, je crois
O? elle a fait un signe de croix
Car tout? tait miraculeux.
L'? glise chantait rien que pour eux
Et m? me le pauvre? tait heureux.
C'est l'amour qui faisait sa tourn? e
Et, de l?-haut,? toutes vol? es
Les cloches criaient: "Vive la mari? e!"
Sonnez, sonnez, carillonnez!
S'il a jur? fid? lit?,
Il a menti, le bien-aim?.
Sonnez, sonnez, carillonnez!
Il a jur? fid? lit?
Il a menti, le bien-aim?...
Carillonnez!...

Mariage - live at Carnegie Hall 1957

Six o'clock, Place de la Trinit?,
When the gunshot rang out?
Just across from the small café.
The lady who had fired
Stared in astonishment
At the man in gray who had fallen.
A number was added
To the register of the office
Of the police station.
The lady, she doesn't want to speak
And when the judge is tired,
She chats with her passport?...
To say that it all began
At the same time as a summer sun,
Which seemed made to last
And the sun had settled
On a young man in dark gray
Who seemed made to dance.
Well, then, of course, she waltzed
And then she kissed him.
It doesn't take more to fall in love.
A number was added
To the register of the office
Of the town hall in the fourteenth arrondissement.
Well, then, everything becomes wonderful.
In beautiful dreams, you can't do better.
The lady, she closes her eyes.
She sees again, she sees again
The only day of her life, I think
When she made the sign of the cross
Because everything was miraculous.
The church was singing only for them
And even the poor were happy.
It was love making its rounds
And from up above, in full flight
The bells were crying out: "Long live the bride!"
Ring out, ring out, make the bells ring!
If he swore fidelity,
He lied, the beloved.
Ring out, ring out, make the bells ring!
He swore fidelity
He lied, the beloved...
Make the bells ring!...