Текст и перевод песни Michel Delpech - Ce lundi-là

Ce lundi-là

Quand il est descendu pour acheter des cigarettes
Jean-Pierre savait déjà qu′il ne reviendrait plus jamais
Il a pensé encore à toute sa vie avec Michelle
Et puis il a tourné enfin le coin d'la rue
Michelle aurait voulu le voir grandir dans l′entreprise
Mais lui n'se voyait pas finir ses jours au marketing
Avec dans son café les cours de la livre sterling
Et des enfant qui lui ressembleraient de plus en plus
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là, il s'en allait
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là, il s′en allait
Il savait qu′à 8h la table serait mise
À côté de son assiette il y aurait ses tranquillisants
S'il fallait toutes ces saloperies pour arriver à s′endormir
Ce n'était pas la peine d′avoir 30 ans
Et puis il verrait bien ce qu'il allait devenir
Mais il n′en pouvait plus de vivre déjà comme un vieux
Le but de sa vie n'était pas d'avoir un jour un compte en Suisse
Ce n′était pas l′argent qui lui manquait pour être heureux
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là, il s'en allait
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là, il s′en allait
Il revoyait encore la brasserie des "Trois dauphins"
Où ses amis l'attendraient demain de midi à 2h
La crise entraînerait encore des conversations sans fin
Mais demain à 2h il serait loin
Il revoyait aussi la Michelle amoureuse
Celle qui lui téléphonait trois fois par jour à son travail
C′était la vraie complicité, le vie n'était jamais sérieuse
Une de ces périodes heureuses qui ne se retrouve pas
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là, il s′en allait
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là, il s'en allait

That Monday

When he went down to buy some cigarettes
Jean-Pierre already knew that he would never come back
He thought again about his whole life with Michelle
And then he finally turned the corner of the street
Michelle would have wanted to see him grow up in the company
But he could not see himself ending his days in marketing
With the pound rate in his coffee
And children who would look more and more like him
That's why this Monday, he was leaving
That's why this Monday, he was leaving
He knew that at 8 am the table would be set
Next to his plate there would be his tranquilizers
If all this shit was necessary to fall asleep
It was not worth being 30 years old
And then he would see what he would become
But he could no longer bear to live like an old man
The purpose of his life was not to have a Swiss account one day
It was not money that he lacked to be happy
That's why this Monday, he was leaving
That's why this Monday, he was leaving
He could still see the "Trois dauphins" brasserie
Where his friends would wait for him tomorrow from 12 to 2 o'clock
The crisis would still lead to endless conversations
But tomorrow at 2 o'clock he would be far away
He could also see the loving Michelle
The one who called him three times a day at work
That was true complicity, life was never serious
One of those happy periods that never comes back
That's why this Monday, he was leaving
That's why this Monday, he was leaving