Текст и перевод песни Edith Piaf - Celui Qui Ne Savait Pas Pleurer

Celui Qui Ne Savait Pas Pleurer

C'est l'histoire d'un type moyen
Qui n'avait jamais pu pleurer.
Il en avait pas les moyens,
Pourtant, il aurait bien aim?,
Car de pleurer,? a vous soulage
Et? a vous met du baume dans l'c? ur,
Mais lui, il avait pass? l'? ge
D'apprendre le chagrin par c? ur.
Il essayait de se concentrer
Pour s'? mouvoir? l'improviste,
Mais non: il savait pas pleurer
Et c'est? a qui le rendait triste.
Pour se payer ce petit instant
O? l'on est vraiment malheureux,
Y s'fabriquait des emb? tements,
Inventait des ennuis s? rieux
Et pour? a, il savait s'y prendre,
A en juger par son pass?.
Il avait m? me tent? de se pendre,
Preuve qu'il aimait pas rigoler.
Quand s'pr? sentait un beau malheur,
Tout de suite il lui faisait du charme
Mais il avait beau s'crever l'c? ur,
Il pouvait pas trouver une larme.
? A lui a pass? subitement,
Rencontrant pr? s d'une fontaine
O? se d? barbouillait l'printemps,
Une gosse qui avait de la peine.
Dans son petit tablier de toile,
Elle pleurait comme une enfant.
Il a vu ses yeux pleins d'? toiles,
Alors il en a fait autant.
Un type comme? a, c'est pas commun
Car il? tait pas comme nous autres.
Puisque, pour qu'il ait du chagrin,
Il lui fallait l'chagrin des autres.
La gosse? tait toute seule au monde,
Tout' seule le jour, tout' seule la nuit
Et puis surtout, elle? tait blonde,
Alors il l'a prise avec lui.
Il est content puisque c'est elle
Qui lui a appris? pleurer
Mais la le? on? tait trop belle
La fille aussi... tout a rat?.
Il est devenu bien malheureux,
Tromp? plus qu'il ne le m? rite
Et tous les jours, il pleure un peu
Maintenant qu'il sait, il en profite

He Who Could Not Cry

This is the story of an ordinary guy
Who had never been able to cry.
He didn't have the means,
Yet he would have liked it very much,
Because crying, it relieves you
And it soothes your heart,
But he had passed the age
To learn sorrow by heart.
He tried to concentrate
To move on the spur of the moment,
But no: he didn't know how to cry
And that's what made him sad.
To afford this little moment
When you are really unhappy,
He made up obstacles,
Invented serious troubles
And for that, he knew how to do it,
Judging by his past.
He had even tried to hang himself,
Proof that he didn't like to joke.
When a beautiful misfortune appeared,
Immediately he would charm it
But no matter how much he broke his heart,
He couldn't find a tear.
It happened to him suddenly,
Meeting near a fountain
Where spring was splashing,
A little girl who was in pain.
In her little canvas apron,
She cried like a child.
He saw her eyes full of stars,
So he did the same.
A guy like that, it's not common
Because he was not like the rest of us.
Since, for him to have sorrow,
He needed the sorrow of others.
The little girl was all alone in the world,
All alone during the day, all alone during the night
And then above all, she was blonde,
So he took her with him.
He is happy because it is she
Who taught him to cry
But the lesson was too beautiful
The girl too... everything failed.
He has become very unhappy,
Cheated more than he deserves
And every day, he cries a little
Now that he knows, he takes advantage of it