Текст и перевод песни Gilbert Bécaud - Les tantes Jeanne - Live Olympia 1980; Remasterisé en 2017

Les tantes Jeanne - Live Olympia 1980; Remasterisé en 2017

Les madames qui venaient
Voir notre oncle après dîner,
On les appelait tante Jeanne.
Ce n'étaient jamais les mêmes,
Mais on les aimait quand même,
On aimait nos tantes Jeanne.
C'est tonton qui était content
Quand il enlevait leurs gants.
Il les appelait 'Chère Jeanne."
Oh, les jolies vacances
Quand une tante Jeanne venait.
Oui, les jolies vacances
Que notre tonton se payait.
Nous, quand on me demandait
Combien de tantes on avait,
On avait de tantes Jeanne,
On disait qu'on savait pas.
Quand on aime, on compte pas,
Compte pas ses tantes Jeanne.
Ce qui était important,
C'est que tonton soit content,
Soit content des tantes Jeanne.
Hé, les jolies vacances
Quand une tante Jeanne venait.
Ah, les jolies vacances
Que notre tonton nous payait.
Nous, ça nous arrangeait bien,
On nous envoyait au cinéma.
En échange on promettait bien
De ne rien dire à grand-papa.
Quand on rentrait vers minuit,
On ne faisait pas de bruit,
Pas de bruit pour tante Jeanne.
Dire qu'on était trop petit
Pour en avoir une aussi
Une aussi de chère Jeanne.
Pour le petit déjeuner
Tonton était toujours gai,
Jorobobo et bobobori, chère Jeanne.
Ah, les jolies vacances
Quand une tante Jeanne venait.
Ah, les jolies vacances
Que notre tonton se payait.
Maintenant on a grandi,
Notre tonton a vieilli
Et vieilli Les tantes Jeanne.
Mais nous, quand on va le voir,
Comme il a plus de mémoire,
On réveille Les tantes Jeanne.
Alors il est tout content,
Il retrouve le bon temps,
Le bon temps des chères Jeanne.
Et puis, les jolies vacances
Des tantes Jeanne passaient,
Oui, les jolies vacances.
Viens tonton, on va t'embrasser.

Tante Jeans Come Visiting - Live Olympia 1980; Remastered in 2017

The ladies who would come
To see our uncle after dinner,
We used to call them Aunt Jean.
They were always different ones,
But we loved them all the same,
We loved our Aunt Jeans.
It was our uncle who was happy
When he would take off their gloves.
He would call them 'Dear Jean."
Oh, the lovely holidays
When an Aunt Jean would come to visit.
Yes, the lovely holidays
That our uncle would pay for.
When I would get asked
How many aunts we had,
We would have so many Aunt Jeans,
We would say that we didn't know.
When you love, you don't count,
Don't count your Aunt Jeans.
What was important,
Was that our uncle was happy,
Was happy with his Aunt Jeans.
Hey, the lovely holidays
When an Aunt Jean would come to visit.
Ah, the lovely holidays
That our uncle would pay for.
It suited us just fine,
We would get sent to the cinema.
In exchange, we would promise
Not to tell grandpa anything.
When we would come back around midnight,
We would not make a sound,
Not a sound for Aunt Jean.
To say that we were too young
To have one too
One of our own dear Jeans.
For breakfast
Uncle would always be so cheerful,
Jorobobo and bobobori, dear Jean.
Ah, the lovely holidays
When an Aunt Jean would come to visit.
Ah, the lovely holidays
That our uncle would pay for.
Now we have grown up,
Our uncle has aged
And so have the Aunt Jeans.
But when we go to see him,
Since he doesn't remember anything anymore,
We awaken the Aunt Jeans.
Then he is so happy,
He recovers his memories,
The good times with his dear Jeans.
And then, the lovely holidays
Of his Aunt Jeans would pass,
Yes, the lovely holidays.
Come uncle, let us kiss you.