Текст и перевод песни Edith Piaf - Jean Et Martine

Jean Et Martine

Jean le routier roule sur la route.
Il y a les arbres, il y a les champs,
La pluie qui tombe? grosses gouttes,
'Y a les virages, il y a le vent.
Il y a le froid et le soleil.
Il y a le jour, il y a la nuit
Et la fatigue, et le sommeil
Et les quinze tonnes,? a fait du bruit
...Mais il y a aussi? la maison
Sa petite Martine et sa chanson.
"Jean va rentrer de sa tourn? e",
Chante Martine dans sa cuisine.
"Il sera s? rement fatigu?,
Il aura sa pauvre petite mine
Mais je pourrai le regarder
Et l'embrasser pendant qu'il d? ne
Et le soigner, le cajoler
Et me serrer sur sa poitrine.
Plus tard quand il s'endormira
Moi, je serai dans ses bras..."
Il y a du brouillard? sa fen? tre.
Martine attend... On a sonn?
C'est un monsieur avec une lettre.
Il a l'air sombre et ennuy?.
"La Compagnie... Condol? ances...
Un accident... Faut signer l?...
Il y a les obs? ques et l'assurance..."
Pourtant Martine ne comprend pas
Ce n'est pas vrai... Elle n'y croit pas.
Dans cinq minutes il sera l?...
"...Jean va rentrer de sa tourn? e",
Chante Martine dans sa cuisine.
"Il sera s? rement fatigu?
Il aura sa pauvre petite mine.
...Je vais le soigner, le cajoler...
Et me serrer sur sa poitrine
Plus tard quand il s'endormira...
Non! Non! NON!...
Jean... Jean...
Oh! Jean!"

John and Mary

John the trucker drives on the highway.
There are trees, there are fields,
Rain falls in large drops,
There are corners, there is wind.
There is cold and sun.
There is day, there is night
And fatigue and sleep
And the fifteen tons made a noise
...But there is also the home
His little Mary and her song.
"John will be back from his tour",
Sings Mary in his kitchen.
"He will probably be tired,
He will have his poor little face
But I will be able to look at him
And kiss him while he dines
And take care of him, cuddle him
And cuddle up to his chest.
When he falls asleep later
I will be in his arms...
There is fog at his window.
Mary waits... Did they ring?
It's a gentleman with a letter.
He looks gloomy and bored.
"The Company... Condolences...
An accident... Must sign there...
There are funerals and insurance..."
Yet Mary does not understand
It's not true... She doesn't believe it.
He will be there in five minutes...
"...John will be back from his tour",
Sings Mary in his kitchen.
"He will probably be tired?
He will have his poor little face.
...I will look after him, cuddle him...
And cuddle up to his chest
When he falls asleep later...
No! No! NO!...
John... John...
Oh! John!"