Текст и перевод песни Michel Sardou - Non merci

Non merci

Nous nous sommes dits adieu
En partageant les torts
Quelque chose de nous deux
Peu? peu? tait mort
Je suis rentr? chez moi avec ce souvenir
Vingt ann? es de perdues et combien? venir

Recommencer ma vie
Non merci
A n'importe quel prix
Non merci
On croit les gens heureux,
Parc'qu'on n'les conna? t pas
On ne vit pas chez eux
Leurs blessures ne saignent pas

On pense qu'avec l'argent
On a aussi l'amour
On a gagn? surtout
A en gagner toujours
Nos plaisirs s? par? s devenaient fastidieux
On a fait c'qu'on a pu
Est-ce qu'on pouvait faire mieux?

Recommencer ma vie
Non merci
J'ai donn? a suffit
Non merci
Ce qu'on a dans nos? mes
D? sespoirs et douleurs
Sont cach? s pour toujours
Dans les replis du coeur

Recommencer ma vie
Non merci
A n'importe quel prix
Non merci
Si tu peux? tre amant, sans? tre fou d'amour
Et ne plus? tre aim?, sans ha? r? son tour

De cet anglais des Indes, je connais ces deux lignes
Je ne serai jamais un homme comme l'? crivait Kipling

Recommencer ma vie
Non merci
A n'importe quel prix
Non merci
On croit les gens heureux,
Parc'qu'on n'les conna? t pas
On ne vit pas chez eux... non
Leurs blessures ne saignent pas

Recommencer ma vie

Nous nous sommes dits adieu
En partageant les torts
Quelque chose de nous deux
Simplement? tait mort
Alors,
Non merci

No, Thank You

We said goodbye to each other,
Sharing the blame.
Something between us,
Little by little, died
I went home with this memory,
Twenty years wasted and how many more to come?

Start my life over again,
No, thank you.
At any price,
No, thank you.
We think people are happy,
Because we don't know them well,
We don't live in their homes,
Their wounds don't bleed.

We think that with money,
We also have love,
We've mostly won at,
Always winning more.
Our pleasures became tedious,
We did what we could,
Could we have done better?

Start my life over again,
No, thank you.
I've given enough.
No, thank you.
What we have in our souls,
Despair and pain,
Are hidden forever,
In the depths of the heart.

Start my life over again,
No, thank you.
At any price,
No, thank you.
If you can be a lover, without being madly in love,
And no longer be loved, without hating in return.

From that Englishman from India, I know these two lines,
I will never be a man like Kipling wrote about.

Start my life over again,
No, thank you.
At any price,
No, thank you.
We think people are happy,
Because we don't know them well,
We don't live in their homes... no,
Their wounds don't bleed.

Start my life over again,

We said goodbye to each other,
Sharing the blame,
Something between us,
Simply died.
So,
No, thank you.