Текст и перевод песни Johnny Hallyday - Le chanteur abandonné (Live)

Le chanteur abandonné (Live)

Y a des "flat case" qui traînent sur scène
Et on démonte les projecteurs.
Quand sa vie n′est plus mise en scène
Ça lui fait peur.
Tous ces nouveaux amis qui l'aiment
Seront partis dans la semaine.
Dans sa loge: des photos, des fleurs
Une certaine image du bonheur.
Il fait le vide dans sa tête.
Il fait le vide dans son coeur.
C′est un chanteur abandonné
Qui a vécu sans se retourner.
Sûr que le blues est inventé
Pour lui, cette nuit.
Parce qu'il a su s'abandonner
A ceux qui ont voulu l′aimer
Il a donné ce qu′il avait
Mais lui, il se demande qui il est.
Abandonné, oui, abandonné.
Et la fille qui l'attend,
Qui l′aime comme un enfant
Sans qu'il parle, elle comprend
Sa vie, comme c′est bon d'être heureux
Oh, comme c′est bon d'oublier
Que tellement de lumière
Ça peut faire mal aux yeux
Et ça fait le vide dans sa tête
Oui ça fait le vide dans son coeur.
C'est un chanteur abandonné
Qui a vécu sans se retourner.
Sûr que le blues est inventé
Pour lui, cette nuit.
Parce qu′il a su s′abandonner
A ceux qui ont voulu l'aimer
Il a donné ce qu′il avait
Mais lui, il se demande qui il est.
Abandonné, oui, abandonné.
Tant pis s'il faut payer
D′avoir toujours donné.
C'est beau et il le sait
De s′être abandonné.
Vivre, c'est comme aimer.
Vivre, c'est partager
Jamais abandonner.
Vivre, c′est partager
Jamais abandonner.
Jamais abandonner
Vivre, c′est partager
Jamais abandonner

The Abandoned Singer (Live)

There are some "flat case" hanging around on stage
And we take down the spotlights.
When his life is no longer staged
It scares him.
All these new friends who love him
Will be gone within the week.
In his dressing room: photos, flowers
A certain image of happiness.
He empties his head.
He empties his heart.
He is an abandoned singer
Who has lived without looking back.
Sure that the blues was invented
For him, this night.
Because he knew how to abandon himself
To those who wanted to love him
He gave what he had
But he, he wonders who he is.
Abandoned, yes, abandoned.
And the girl who is waiting for him,
Who loves him like a child
Without his speaking, she understands
His life, how good it is to be happy
Oh, how good it is to forget
That so much light
Can hurt the eyes
And it empties his head
Yes, it empties his heart.
He is an abandoned singer
Who has lived without looking back.
Sure that the blues was invented
For him, this night.
Because he knew how to abandon himself
To those who wanted to love him
He gave what he had
But he, he wonders who he is.
Abandoned, yes, abandoned.
Too bad if he has to pay
For having always given.
It's beautiful and he knows
Of having abandoned himself.
To live is like to love.
To live is to share
Never give up.
To live is to share
Never give up.
Never give up
To live is to share
Never give up