Текст и перевод песни Les Cowboys Fringants - Goldie

Goldie

Moi j? viens d? un p? tit village, o tout l? monde me connaissait
J? faisais le p? tit St-Jean-Baptiste, parade tou annes
Avec mes ch? veux blonds friss, toutes les filles tripaient su? mo
J? me suis mis chanter pis bouger comme Presley
Le monde me trouvait bon, a v? nait d? loin pour me voir
Le sous-sol de l? Eglise tait ben plein le samedi soir
J? me suis mis rver qu? j? allais dev? nir une grosse vedette
Des contrats l? Olympia pis au Forum comme me disaient tous mes chums...
Refrain...
GOLDIE! T? es l? meilleur
GOLDIE! T? es l? plus beau
J? entends encore la foule de filles me crier tue-tte
GOLDIE! T? es l? meilleur
GOLDIE! T? es l? plus beau
Je r? vois ma mre pleurer, tait assez fire de son Goldie...
(Fire de son Goldie!)
J? ai sign un contrat d? disque pour une grosse compagnie
Guy m? a dit: T? as l? char fourni, c? tait une belle Ford de l? anne
Ma photo tait partout, j? passais dans tout? les programmes
Du jour au lendemain, tout l? Qubec tait fou d? moi
Les filles me lchaient pu, pis les journaux non plus
Peu importe c? que je chantais, tout des disques se vendaient
Du country, du rock? n? roll, pis des tounes d? amour
Plamondon ou Stphane Venne, j? tais toujours au top ten
Refrain
Chuis all Memphis, o j? ai rencontr Doris
Une belle blonde que j? ai marie, c? tait la fin de l? t
On a fait le tour d? la terre, dans mon avion priv
J? ai connu du ben beau monde, dans toutes sortes de partys
La reine, Les Beatles, le Pape; mais j? y ai pas parl
Y parat que Roger Moore aime bien mes vieux longs jeux
J? avais des amis Paris, partout aux tats-Unis
Des blondes Londres, le cash rentrait... tout allait
Trop bien...
Bridge:
Aprs mon 3e divorce, j? ai sombr dans l? alcool, la dope et puis
Le jeu
Les journaux m? ont descendu, le fisc est v? nu m? saisir
Mais j? avais mes amis d? l? union pour me sortir du trou
L chus r? tourn T.V.
Tout l? monde m? a adul
Ils ont bien vite oubli toutes les dboires de mon pass
Pis si chus juste un vieux crooner qui passe Louvain la carte
J? t? encore bon pour les tlthons, le casino ou l? Capitol
Dans ma villa St-Sauveur, j? reois une fois par anne
Aprs l? pluchette Ginette, y? a l? B.B.Q. Goldie
J? suis r? tourn Memphis, o j? ai pleur Johnny
Oh! Johnny jamais j? oublierai toutes les fois qu? tu m? as dit:
Refrain Final (2 fois

Goldie

I come from a small village, where everyone knew me
I played the little St-Jean-Baptiste, parade every year
With my curly blonde hair, all the girls tripped over me
I started to sing and move like Presley
People thought I was good, they came from far and wide to see me
The basement of the church was packed on Saturday night
I started to dream that I would become a big star
Contracts at the Olympia and the Forum like all my friends told me...
Chorus...
GOLDIE! You're the best
GOLDIE! You're the prettiest
I can still hear the crowd of girls screaming for me
GOLDIE! You're the best
GOLDIE! You're the prettiest
I see my mother crying again, she was so proud of her Goldie...
(Proud of her Goldie!)
I signed a record deal with a big company
Guy told me: You have the car provided, it was a beautiful Ford of the year
My picture was everywhere, I was on every program
From one day to the next, all of Quebec was crazy about me
The girls wouldn't let me go, and neither did the newspapers
No matter what I sang, all my records sold
Country, rock'n'roll, and love songs
Plamondon or Stphane Venne, I was always in the top ten
Chorus
I went to Memphis, where I met Doris
A beautiful blonde that I married, it was the end of summer
We traveled around the world, in my private jet
I met some great people, at all kinds of parties
The Queen, The Beatles, the Pope; but I didn't talk to them
Apparently Roger Moore likes my old long games
I had friends in Paris, all over the United States
Blondes in London, the cash came in... everything was going
Too well...
Bridge:
After my 3rd divorce, I sank into alcohol, dope and then
Gambling
The newspapers brought me down, the taxman came to seize me
But I had my union friends to get me out of trouble
I'm back on TV
Everyone adored me
They quickly forgot all the disappointments of my past
And if I'm just an old crooner who passes Louvain la carte
I'm still good for telethons, the casino or the Capitol
In my villa in St-Sauveur, I receive once a year
After the Ginette paring, there's the B.B.Q. Goldie
I'm back in Memphis, where I mourn Johnny
Oh! Johnny I will never forget all the times you told me:
Final Chorus (2 times