Текст и перевод песни Michel Sardou - Valentine Day

Valentine Day

Du labrador jusqu'aux Florides
En suivant le m? chach? b?
Les hommes attendaient Valentine
Un num? ro sur un ticket.
De Fort Duquesne? la Balise
De la Balise? Fort Huilier
Les hommes avaient mis la chemise
Et ils attendaient sur le quai.
Ces prostitu? es ces orphelines
Toutes celles que Paris envoyait
Ils les appelaient Valentine
C'? tait un pr? nom qu'ils aimaient.
Valentine Day
Valentine Day
Valentine Day
Valentine Day
Elles arrivaient en f? vrier
Seul'ment si le vent le voulait
A peine? terre sit? t mari? es
C'? tait Valentine Day
Elles d? barquaient avant l'? t?
De partout comme si'l en pleuvait
Le choix n'? tait pas la beaut?
C'? tait Valentine Day
Seulement les marins s'en souviennent
Peut-? tre parce que les marins
Ont de l'eau sal? e dans les veines
On sait que la mer se souvient.
Quand les vaisseaux de la royale
Hissaient en haut le pavillon
De Fort Prudhomme? Lauderdale
C'? tait la folie des violons
La journ? e de Valentine Day
Etait une foire aux catins
Aujourd'hui traduite en fran? ais
On l'appelle "La saint Valentin".
Valentine Day
Valentine Day
Valentine Day
Valentine Day
Elles embarquaient? la Rochelle
Emportant tout ce qu'elles avaient
La robe qu'elles portaient sur elles
C'? tait Valentine Day
Elles arrivaient pour? pouser
Des hommes qu'elles n'aimeraient jamais
Elles n'avaient pas le choix d'aimer
C'? tait Valentine Day
Elles descendaient de la passerelle
Alors tout le monde se taisait
Et quand elles ouvraient leurs ombrelles
Les hommes applaudissaient
C'? tait l'amour et pas l'amour
C'? tait un peu tout c'qu'on voulait
Vive le roi et? bas la cour
C'? tait Valentine Day.
Valentine Day.
(Merci? Julie pour cettes paroles)

Valentine's Day

From the Labrador to the Floridas,
We followed a winding path?
Men waited for Valentine,
A number on a ticket.
From Fort Duquesne to Balise,
From Balise to Fort Huilier,
Men wore their Sunday best,
And waited on the pier.
These prostitutes, these orphans,
All sent by Paris,
We called them Valentine,
A first name we all admired.
Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day,
They arrived in February,
If the wind permitted.
Barely ashore, they were married,
For this was Valentine's Day.
They disembarked before summer,
As if it were raining women.
Beauty was irrelevant,
This was Valentine's Day.
Only sailors still remember,
Perhaps because sailors,
Have salt in their veins,
And we know the sea remembers.
When the royal ships,
Hoisted their sails,
From Fort Prudhomme to Lauderdale,
Violins played.
On Valentine's Day,
The world was a whorehouse,
Today translated into English,
We call it "Valentine's Day."
Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day,
Valentine's Day,
They embarked from La Rochelle,
Carrying all they owned,
The dress they wore on their backs.
This was Valentine's Day.
They came to marry,
Men they would never love.
They had no choice but to love,
This was Valentine's Day.
They disembarked from the gangplank,
And the crowd fell silent.
When they opened their parasols,
Men applauded.
It was love and not love,
It was everything we wanted,
Long live the king and down with the court,
This was Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day.
(Thanks to Julie for these lyrics)