Текст и перевод песни Barbara - Madame Arthur (Remasterisé)

Madame Arthur (Remasterisé)

Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler, parler, parler, parler d′elle longtemps
Sans journaux, sans rien, sans réclame
Elle eut une foule d'amants

Chacun voulait être aimé d′elle
Chacun la courtisait, pourquoi?
C'est que sans être vraiment belle
Elle avait un je ne sais quoi!

Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler, parler, parler, parler d'elle longtemps
Sans journaux, sans rien, sans réclame
Elle eut une foule d′amants

Il fallait la voir
Il fallait la voir à la danse
Son entrain était sans égal
Par ses mouvements, sa prestance
Elle était la Reine du bal

Au cavalier lui faisant face
Son pied touchait le nez, ma foi
Chacun applaudissait sa grâce
Et surtout son je ne sais quoi!

Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler, parler, parler, parler d′elle longtemps
Sans journaux, sans rien, sans réclame
Elle eut une foule d'amants

Mais de quoi donc vivait cette dame?
Montrant un grand train de maison
Courant au vaudeville, au drame
Rien qu′à l'avant-scène dit-on

Elle voyait pour l′ordinaire
Venir son terme sans effroi
Car alors son propriétaire
Admirait son je ne sais quoi!

Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler, parler, parler, parler d'elle longtemps
Sans journaux, sans rien, sans réclame
Elle eut une foule d′amants

Oh! femme qui cherchez à faire
Des conquêtes matin et soir
En vain vous passez pour vous plaire
Des heures à votre miroir

Elégance, grâce mutine
Regard, soupir de bon aloi
Velours, parfums et crinoline
Rien ne vaut un je ne sais quoi!

Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler, parler, parler, parler d'elle longtemps
Sans journaux, sans rien, sans réclame
Elle eut une foule d'amants

Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler d′elle lon-longtemps

Madame Arthur (Remastered)

Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk, talk, talk, talk about her for a long time
Without newspapers, without anything, without advertising
She had a crowd of lovers

Everyone wanted to be loved by her
Everyone courted her, why?
Because without being truly beautiful
She had a certain "je ne sais quoi"!

Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk, talk, talk, talk about her for a long time
Without newspapers, without anything, without advertising
She had a crowd of lovers

You had to see her
You had to see her at the dance
Her joy was unequaled
By her movements, her presence
She was the Queen of the ball

To the gentleman facing her
Her foot touched his nose, my word
Everyone applauded her grace
And especially her certain "je ne sais quoi"!

Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk, talk, talk, talk about her for a long time
Without newspapers, without anything, without advertising
She had a crowd of lovers

But what did this lady live on?
Showing off a grand lifestyle
Attending vaudeville, the theater
Only in the front row seats, they say

She usually saw
Her term without fear
Because then her landlord
Admired her certain "je ne sais quoi"!

Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk, talk, talk, talk about her for a long time
Without newspapers, without anything, without advertising
She had a crowd of lovers

Oh! Woman who seeks to make
Conquests morning and night
In vain you try to please yourself
Hours in front of your mirror

Elegance, mischievous grace
Look, sigh of good intent
Velvet, perfumes, and crinoline
Nothing beats a certain "je ne sais quoi"!

Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk about her for a long, long time
Without newspapers, without anything, without advertising
She had a crowd of lovers

Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk about her for a long, long time