Текст и перевод песни The Waterboys - The Girl in the Window Chair

The Girl in the Window Chair

She knew she′d had a close escape
When she heard his voice on tape
That the man who wrote those words
Could never comfort her

And she thought
Of all the things that would go wrong
If they'd carried on
And what a fool she′d been to think that they belonged
When she heard those songs
Those dolorous songs
Those heart-scorned, prim, self-pitying, dolorous songs

She sat down at a window chair
She brushed and pony-tailed her hair
And thought about his changing moods
All that anger and such victim-hood

And she imagined
The hour he knew that love was gone
That bitter dawn
When he reached for a pen and turned his bed-light on
And wrote those songs
Those dolorous songs
Those heart-scorned, prim, self-pitying, dolorous songs
Those songs
Those dolorous songs
Those heart-scorned, prim, self-pitying, dolorous songs

Those songs... those songs
Those songs... those songs

La Fille sur la Chaise près de la Fenêtre

Tu savais que tu avais eu une belle échappatoire
Quand tu as entendu sa voix sur la bande
Que l'homme qui a écrit ces mots
Ne pourrait jamais te réconforter

Et tu as pensé
A toutes les choses qui auraient pu mal tourner
S'ils avaient continué
Et quelle folle tu avais été de penser que vous apparteniez ensemble
Quand tu as entendu ces chansons
Ces chansons doloureuses
Ces chansons doloureuses, pleines de chagrin, primées, auto-apitoiement, doloureuses

Tu t'es assise sur une chaise près de la fenêtre
Tu t'es brossé les cheveux et tu les as attachés en queue de cheval
Et tu as pensé à ses humeurs changeantes
Toute cette colère et cette attitude de victime

Et tu as imaginé
L'heure où il a su que l'amour était fini
Ce triste aube
Quand il a attrapé un stylo et allumé la lampe de chevet
Et écrit ces chansons
Ces chansons doloureuses
Ces chansons doloureuses, pleines de chagrin, primées, auto-apitoiement, doloureuses
Ces chansons
Ces chansons doloureuses
Ces chansons doloureuses, pleines de chagrin, primées, auto-apitoiement, doloureuses

Ces chansons... ces chansons
Ces chansons... ces chansons