Текст и перевод песни Marcel Amont - Il a le maillot jaune

Il a le maillot jaune

La foule attend le Tour de France
Ah, quel tintamarre!
Ah, quel pavé dans la mare!
Avec plus d'un quart d'heure d'avance
Un p'tit gars tout seul
Pédale entre les tilleuls
Il a le maillot, il a le maillot
Le maillot bouton d'or, le maillot jaune
Il a le maillot, la foule crie bravo
Ça s'est fait dans un éclair
Au matin clair
Tous les gros bras s'observaient, pas d'accord
C'est alors qu'il a résolu l' problème
Il a bondi dans le décor
Sur son vélo faisant corps
Avec lui-même
Le guidon vissé dans les paumes
Un ultime effort
Et voilà, c'est lui l' plus fort
Dans la clameur du vélodrome
Les bras chargés d' fleurs
Il pédale tout en douceur
Il a le maillot, il a le maillot
Le maillot bouton d'or, le maillot jaune
Il a le maillot, la foule crie bravo
Lui sourit, salue d' la main
Mais le lendemain.
Le troupeau bariolé s'avance
Au coup d' pistolet
Ah, quelle envolée d' mollets
Dans le peloton qui s'élance
Un p'tit gars prudent
Pédale en serrant les dents
Il a le maillot, il a le maillot
Le maillot bouton d'or, le maillot jaune
Il a le maillot, la foule crie bravo
Mais lui se dit "Pour l' garder
Ça va barder"
Dans les descentes, c'est la grande émotion
Et, là-haut dans les cols, le froid qui pince
Oui, mais au bout quelle sensation
Quand on entend l'ovation du Parc des Princes!
Dans l'aube fraîche où rien ne bouge
Cent corps brûlés de soleil
Dorment d'un profond sommeil
Et tous, même la lanterne rouge
Rêvent qu'à Paris
Tout l' monde se lève dans un cri
Il a le maillot, il a le maillot
Le maillot bouton d'or, le maillot jaune
Il a le maillot, la foule crie bravo
Et chante sur l'air des lampions
Pour son champion
Il a le maillot, il a le maillot
Le maillot bouton d'or, le maillot jaune
Il a le maillot, vite à la maison
Pour voir son triomphe à la télévision

He's Wearing the Yellow Jersey

The crowd awaits the Tour de France
Ah, what a racket!
Ah, what a bombshell!
More than a quarter of an hour ahead
A little guy all alone
Pedals between the lime trees
He has the jersey, he has the jersey
The golden button jersey, the yellow jersey
He has the jersey, the crowd shouts bravo
It was done in a flash
In the clear morning
All the big shots were watching each other, not agreeing
That's when he solved the problem
He jumped into the scene
On his bike, becoming one
With himself
The handlebars screwed into his palms
One last effort
And there it is, he's the strongest
In the roar of the velodrome
His arms laden with flowers
He pedals very gently
He has the jersey, he has the jersey
The golden button jersey, the yellow jersey
He has the jersey, the crowd shouts bravo
He smiles, waves his hand
But the next day.
The colorful herd advances
At the sound of the pistol
Ah, what a flurry of calves
In the peloton that sets off
A cautious little guy
Pedals, gritting his teeth
He has the jersey, he has the jersey
The golden button jersey, the yellow jersey
He has the jersey, the crowd shouts bravo
But he says to himself, "To keep it
It's gonna be tough
On the descents, there is great emotion
And up there in the cols, the cold that stings
Yes, but what a feeling in the end
When you hear the ovation of the Parc des Princes!
In the fresh dawn when nothing moves
A hundred bodies burned by the sun
Sleep in a deep slumber
And all, even the red lantern
Dream that in Paris
Everyone rises with a cry
He has the jersey, he has the jersey
The golden button jersey, the yellow jersey
He has the jersey, the crowd shouts bravo
And sings to the tune of the lanterns
For his champion
He has the jersey, he has the jersey
The golden button jersey, the yellow jersey
He has the jersey, quickly home
To see his triumph on television