Текст и перевод песни Bourvil - Il a Suffi D'un Hasard

Il a Suffi D'un Hasard

IL A SUFFI D′UN HASARD
Ell'habitait au près d′une plage
D'où lo'on entend le murmur′ des flots
Ce n′était pas un très grand village
Car c'était plutôt un p′tit hameau
Mais pour gagner sa vie en pêchant
Quand on vend dix huit sous un hareng
C'est dur et c′est pourquoi cette enfant
Dégoûtée d'hareng prit un amant
Il a suffi d′un hasard
Pour quelle le connaiss'
Et ses yeux qu'étaient hagards
Se remplir′nt de tendress′
Elle l'aurait connu plus tard
Elle aurait été vieill′
Mais la vie qu'est plein′d'hasards
Nous reserv′ des merveill's
Finis les jours de chagrin
Qu'ell′pechait mem′s'il pleuvait
Et qu′ell'revenait sans rien
Parc′qu'y avait des trous dans l′filet
Il a suffi d'un hasard
Pour qu'elle soit heureus′
Elle a tell′ment de dollars
Qu'elle en est plutôt honteus′
Ell' fréquentait les beaux restaurants
C′était pas pour manger un hareng
Car comme on lui donnait des dollars
Ell' pouvait bien s′offrir un homard
Elle croyait que tout cet argent là
Venait des juments de son haras
Alors qu'il venait c'est honteux quand mem′
Des femmes qu′il avait dans un harem
Il a suffi d'un hasard
Pour qu′elle le devin
A mots couverts ce vantard
Parlait d'ses sal′s combin's
Il lui parlait d′macadam
Ell's'disait: ′ macadam?′
Je suis donc une dam' a mac (ah! c′est terrible)
Les ch'veux comm′un herisson
Elle s'écria ah ... j′ai le trac
Je préfer' revendr' mon poisson
Et cette courageuse enfant
R′tourna vendr′ son hareng
Moi bien fort j'lui crie: bravo!
Ça f′ra une maman comme y faut

It Was Just a Chance

IT WAS JUST A CHANCE
She lived near a beach
Where you can hear the murmuring waves
It wasn't a very big village
Rather, it was a small hamlet
But to earn her living by fishing
When you sell a herring for eighteen cents
It's hard and that's why this child
Disgusted with herring took a lover
It was just a chance
That she met him
And her once-vacant eyes
Were filled with tenderness
If she had met him later
She would have grown old
But life is full of chances
And has wonderful things in store for us
Gone are the days of sorrow
That she fished even when it rained
And that she came back with nothing
Because there were holes in the net
It was just a chance
That she became happy
She has so many dollars
That she is rather ashamed of it
She used to frequent nice restaurants
It wasn't to eat herring
Because as she was given dollars
She could afford to buy a lobster
She thought that all this money
Came from the mares of her stud farm
While it came, it is shameful to say
From the women he had in a harem
It was just a chance
That she guessed it
In veiled words this braggart
Spoke of his dirty deals
He spoke to her about macadam
She said to herself: 'macadam?'
So I'm a lady of the streets (oh, that's terrible)
Her hair like a hedgehog
She cried out: Oh, I'm scared
I'd rather sell my fish again
And this brave child
Went back to selling her herring
I shout very loudly to her: Bravo!
She'll make a fine mother