Текст и перевод песни Lucienne Delyle - Bel Ami

Bel Ami

Paroles de Louis Poterat
1° Couplet
Dans les salons, au temps de Maupassant,
Sur Bel Ami chaque femme en passant
Se retournait espérant la promesse
De son regard doux comme une caresse,
Et sur les pas du tendre séducteur,
Dont le renom fût de briser les coeurs,
On entendait comme un frisson
Chanter cette chanson,

Refrain
Bel Amant, Bel Amour, Bel Ami,
Follement, chaque jour, Bel Ami,
Tu conduis sur tes pas,
Une femme qui tout bas,
S′est juré de tomber dans tes bras,
Ton pouvoir est si grand, Bel Ami,
Ton doux charme a conquis
Tous les coeurs du grand Paris
Bel Amant, Bel Amour, Bel Ami.

2° Couplet
Si vous trouvez dans un livre oublié
De Bel Ami le vieux portrait fané
En souriant de son ancien panache,
De son air vain, de ses belles moustaches,
Si vous croyez encore au grand destin
Des beaux amants dont chacun se souvient,
Sans bien comprendre, il vous faudra
Dire en riant, voilà,

Refrain
N, i, ni, C'est fini, Bel Ami,
Reste ainsi dans l′oubli, Bel Ami,
Si tu fus adoré
Garde l'attrait du passé,
Aujourd'hui tu parais démodé,
En raillant ton portrait, Bel Ami,
Le vieux temps qui semblait si joli,
On se dit, plein d′ennui:
" Non vraiment, c′était donc lui"
Bel Amant, Bel Amour, Bel Ami.

Bel Ami

Lyrics by Louis Poterat
1st Verse
In the salons, in the time of Maupassant,
Many women, upon Bel Ami's passing glance,
Would turn around, hoping for a promise,
From his gaze, as gentle as a caress,
And in the footsteps of the tender seducer,
Whose reputation was to break hearts asunder,
One could hear a thrill
In this song's refrain,

Chorus
My dear lover, my love, my friend,
Each day, my heart you mend,
You lead a woman in your thrall,
Who whispers low that she'll fall,
Into your arms at your command,
Your power is so great, my dear,
Your gentle charm has conquered
Every heart in grand Paris
My dear lover, my love, my friend.

2nd Verse
If you find, in a forgotten book,
A faded old portrait of Bel Ami's look,
You'll smile at his old-fashioned ways,
His vain air and his dashing mustache,
If you still believe in the grand destiny
Of handsome lovers, remembered by many,
You'll never quite understand,
And you'll have to say, with a grin,

Chorus
N, o, n, e, It is over, my friend,
Stay forgotten until the end,
If you were adored once,
Keep the allure of the past,
Today you seem out of fashion,
In mocking your portrait, my friend,
The old days that seemed so pretty,
We say, full of ennui:
"No, really, was that you?"
My dear lover, my love, my friend.