Текст и перевод песни Serge Gainsbourg & Alain Goraguer and His Orchestra - Charleston Des Déménageurs de Piano

Charleston Des Déménageurs de Piano

C′est nous les démenageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et de Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Pour ce qui est du reste ça c'est pas nos oignons
Artistes, nous on ne l′est pas pour deux ronds
Quand la musique vous a brisé les reins
Y a pas de charleston qui tient
Pour nous prendre aux tripes
Faut se lever de bonne heure
Dire qu'il y a des types
Qui sur c't′engin d′malheur
Arrivent à faire croire à tout les ballots
Que la vie c'est comme au piano
D′l'amour ils en font tout un cinéma
A les écouter, de vrai, y′aurait que ça
Qu'est-ce qui resterait pour les déménageurs
Qu′en ont des tonnes sur le coeur
Il nous resterait qu'à nous noircir sur le zinc
Mais là encore faut se farcir le bastringue
Il se trouve toujours parmi nous un tocard
Pour y glisser ses pourboires
Pour tous les faire taire
Y a vraiment qu'une façon
Les envoyer faire
Un p′tit tour au charbon
Sur le piano de massacre d′la réalité
Ils toucheraient du doigt la purée
C'est nous les démenageurs de pianos
Des Steinway, des Pleyel et de Gaveau
Du tintement des pourboires économiques
Nous on connaît la musique
Au fond, à quoi qu′ça sert de discuter
Comme l'a dit l′autre "a chacun son métier"
Tirer sur l'pianiste c′est pas not' boulot
Nous on tire sur le piano
Nous on tire sur le piano
That we démenageurs pianos
The Steinway, Pleyel and Gaveau
From ringing economic tips
We are known music
As for the rest it is not our onions
Artists, we are not for round two
When the music you broke the kidneys
Do not taking into Charleston
For us to take tripe
Should stand in good time
Saying that there are types
Who on c't′engin of misfortune
Arrive to believe that all ballots
What life is like the piano
D′l'amour they make a movie
A listen, true, it y′aurait
What would remain for movers
What have tons on the heart
We remain as we blacken on zinc
But again have to stuff the bastringue
He remains among us tocard
To drag its tips
For all to silence
Y really only one way
The send done
A small round charcoal
On the piano massacre reality
They affect the finger puree
That we démenageurs pianos
The Steinway, Pleyel and Gaveau
From ringing economic tips
We are known music
Basically, what used to discuss qu'ça
As another said "everyone has his job"
Capitalizing on the pianist is not not ′job
We are drawn on the piano
We are drawn on the piano

Piano Movers' Charleston

We are the piano movers, my dear
Of Steinway, Pleyel, and Gaveau
From the clinking of economical tips
We know the music, it's true
As for the rest, it's none of our concern
Artists, we are not, not one bit
When the music has broken your back
There's no Charleston that holds
To grab us by the guts
You gotta wake up early, you see
To say that there are guys
Who on this engine of misfortune
Manage to make all the suckers believe
That life is like a piano
They make a whole movie out of love
To listen to them, really, there'd only be that
What would be left for the movers?
Who have tons on their hearts
We'd only have to blacken ourselves on the zinc
But then again, we'd have to stuff the old joanna
There's always a jerk among us
To slip his tips into it
To shut everyone up
There's really only one way
Send them to do
A little tour of the coal
On the piano of massacred reality
They'd touch the mashed potatoes with their fingers
We are the piano movers, my dear
Of Steinway, Pleyel, and Gaveau
From the clinking of economical tips
We know the music, it's clear
In the end, what's the point of arguing?
As the other guy said, "to each his own"
Shooting the pianist ain't our job
We pull on the piano
We pull on the piano
That we démenageurs pianos, you see
The Steinway, Pleyel and Gaveau
From ringing economic tips
We are known music, it's true
As for the rest it is not our onions
Artists, we are not for round two
When the music you broke the kidneys
Do not taking into Charleston
For us to take tripe
Should stand in good time
Saying that there are types
Who on c't′engin of misfortune
Arrive to believe that all ballots
What life is like the piano
D′l'amour they make a movie
A listen, true, it y′aurait
What would remain for movers
What have tons on the heart
We remain as we blacken on zinc
But again have to stuff the bastringue
He remains among us tocard
To drag its tips
For all to silence
Y really only one way
The send done
A small round charcoal
On the piano massacre reality
They affect the finger puree
That we démenageurs pianos, it's true
The Steinway, Pleyel and Gaveau
From ringing economic tips
We are known music, through and through
Basically, what used to discuss qu'ça
As another said "everyone has his job"
Capitalizing on the pianist is not not ′job
We are drawn on the piano
We are drawn on the piano