Текст и перевод песни Barbara - Madame Arthur

Madame Arthur

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 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 longtemps

Madame Arthur

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?
It's that without being really beautiful
She had a certain something!
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 at the dance
Her enthusiasm was unmatched
By her movements, her poise
She was the Queen of the ball
To the rider facing her
Her foot touched his nose, faith
Everyone applauded her grace
And above all, her certain something!
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 how did this lady live?
Showing off a big house
Running to the vaudeville, to the drama
Nothing but the front row, they say
She usually saw
Her term come without fear
Because then her landlord
Admired her certain something!
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 spend time to please yourself
Hours in front of your mirror
Elegance, mischievous grace
Look, sigh of good quality
Velvet, perfumes and crinoline
Nothing is worth a certain something!
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
Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk about her for a long time