Текст и перевод песни Carla Bruni - Darling (Live Olympia, Paris / Mars 2014)

Darling (Live Olympia, Paris / Mars 2014)

Il m'appelait darling
En buvant son long drink
Tout de lin blanc vêtu
Pochette mauve et pieds nus
Il m'appelait darling
Comme un grand frère unique
Un oncle d'Amérique
Tout seul dans le living
Il me disait darling
L'époque est bien cruelle
Mais pour toi elle est belle
Tu es faite pour le ring
Et il me disait darling
Quand on à l'étincelle
Et des rêves à la pelle
On doit piquer son sprint
Il m'appelait darling
Comme un vieux Lord anglais
Un cousin égaré
Entre Proust et Kipling
Il m'appelait darling
Tout en me souriant
Et je le revois si grand
Nostalgique et charming
Il me disait darling
Prends garde à l'existence
Tout est dans l'élégance
Même au creux d'un looping
Il me disait darling
Rien ne vous l'éphémère
Rien ne vaut le mystère
Dans une larme de gin
Il m'appelait darling
Mais plus rien ne lui était cher
Et sa solitude amère
Lui allait comme un smoking
Il m'appelait darling
Mais quand tombait le soir
A l'heure du désespoir
Il plongeait dans son spleen
Il me disait darling
Certains sont trop fragiles
Certains sont mal habiles
Tout le monde n'a pas ton swing
Il me disait darling
Je n'ai plus de saveur
Je n'ai plus rien à cur
Plus l'ombre d'un feeling
Il m'appelait darling
Maintenant j'ai ton silence
Le trou de son absence
Et sa montre Breitling
Il m'a écrit darling
À toi mon dernier mot
Ne m'en veux pas darling
Je quitte le bateau
Et il m'appelait darling
Dis à ceux que j'aimais
Que mon corps de bastringue
A fini par lâcher

Darling (Live Olympia, Paris / March 2014)

Darling, he would call me
As he sipped his long drink
Decked out in white linen
With a purple clutch and bare feet
Darling, he would call me
Like a big, cool older brother
An uncle from America
All alone in the living room
Darling, he would call me
Times may be cruel
But they're beautiful for you
You were made for the ring
Darling, and he would say
When you've got that spark
And dreams to burn
You've got to pick up the pace
Darling, he would call me
Like an old English Lord
A cousin who'd lost his way
Somewhere between Proust and Kipling
Darling, he would call me
With a warm, gentle smile
And I can still see him, so tall
Nostalgic and charming
Darling, he would tell me
Beware of the way of life
Elegance is everything
Even in the depths of a nosedive
Darling, he would say
Nothing is as fleeting as youth
Nothing is as valuable as mystery
In a teardrop of gin
Darling, he would call me
But nothing was dear to him anymore
And his bitter loneliness
Suited him like a tuxedo
Darling, he would call me
But when night would fall
At the hour of despair
He would sink into his gloom
Darling, he would tell me
Some people are too fragile
Some people are clumsy
Not everyone has your swing
Darling, he would say
I've lost my zest for life
I don't care about anything anymore
Not even a flicker of emotion
Darling, he would call me
Now all I have is your silence
The emptiness of your absence
And your Breitling watch
Darling, he wrote to me
These are my last words to you
Don't hold it against me, darling
I'm jumping ship
Darling, and he would call me
Tell those I loved
That this good-for-nothing body of mine
Has finally given out