Текст и перевод песни Edith Piaf - Mon amant de la coloniale (Live)

Mon amant de la coloniale (Live)

Il? tait fort et puis si tendre
Que, d? s notre premi? re nuit,
Je sentais que je ne pourrais plus me reprendre,
Et pour toujours, j'? tais? lui.
Je voyais toutes les femmes lui sourire.
Moi, je me cramponnais? son bras
Et je les regardais comme pour leur dire:
"Il est? moi, et je l'l? che pas!"

C'? tait un gars de la Coloniale.
Il avait l?, partant du front
Et descendant jusqu'au menton,
Une cicatrice en diagonale,
Des cheveux noirs, des yeux si p? les,
La peau br? l? e par le soleil.
J'en ai plus jamais vu de pareils
A mon amant de la Coloniale.

Des fois, quand il avait la fi? vre,
Il parlait trop et j'avais peur.
Je mettais la main sur ses l? vres
Pour pas conna? tre le fond de son c? ur
Car je sentais que, dans son? me,
Y avait des larmes et du cafard.
Longtemps, j'ai cru que c'? tait une femme.
Quand j'ai compris, c'? tait trop tard...

Lorsque j'ai connu ma rivale,
Alors j'ai serr? fort mes bras
Pour que cette grande garce de la Coloniale
Lui foute la paix et ne me le vole pas
Et lui, il m'avait dit: "Je reste"
Mais un beau jour, il est reparti
Vers ce pays que je d? teste
Dont il r? vait souvent la nuit.

C'? tait un gars de la Coloniale.
Il portait l?, partant du front
Et descendant jusqu'au menton,
Une cicatrice en diagonale.
Je reverrai plus ses beaux yeux p? les,
Ses yeux qui n'ont pas leur pareil.
Il est reparti vers son soleil,
Mon bel amant de la Coloniale...

My Colonial Lover (Live)

He was strong and tender too
That, from our first night,
I felt I could never take back,
And forever, I was his.
I saw all the women smile at him.
Me, I clung to his arm
And I looked at them as if to say:
"He is mine, and I will not let him go!"

He was a guy from the Colonial
He had there, starting from the front
And going down to the chin,
A scar diagonally,
Black hair, such pale eyes,
Skin burned by the sun.
I've never seen anything like it
In my lover from the Colonial.

Sometimes, when he had a fever,
He would talk too much and I would be afraid.
I would put my hand over his lips
To not know the depths of his heart
For I felt that, in his soul,
There were tears and despair.
For a long time, I thought it was a woman.
When I realized, it was too late...

When I met my rival,
Then I squeezed my arms tight
So that this big bitch from the Colonial
Would leave him alone and not steal him from me
And he, he had told me: "I'll stay"
But one day, he left
For that country I detest
That he often dreamed of at night.

He was a guy from the Colonial
He wore there, starting from the front
And going down to the chin,
A scar diagonally.
I will never see his beautiful pale eyes again,
His eyes that are unmatched.
He has returned to his sun,
My handsome lover from the Colonial...