Текст и перевод песни Edith Piaf - La petite boutique

La petite boutique

Je sais, dans un quartier d? sert,
Un coin qui se donne des airs
De province aristocratique
J'y d? couvris l'autre saison,
Encastr? e entre deux maisons,
Une miniscule boutique.
Un beau chat noir? tait vautr?
Sur le seuil quand je suis entr? e.
Il leva sur moi ses prunelles
Puis il eut l'air en me voyant
De se dire: "Tiens! Un client...
Quelle chose sensationnelle!"
Ce magazin d'antiquit? s
Excitait ma curiosit?
Par sa d? su? te apparence.
Une clochette au son f? l?
Se mit? tintinnabuler.
Dans le calme et ti? de silence,
Soudain, sorti je ne sais d'o?,
Un petit vieillard aux yeux doux
Me fit un grand salut baroque
Et j'eus l'? trange sentiment
De vivre un tr? s ancien moment
Fort? loign? de notre? poque.
Je marchandais un vieux bouquin
Dont la reliure en maroquin
Gardait l'odeur des chambres closes
Lorsque, je ne sais trop comment,
Je me mis, au bout d'un moment,
A parler de tout autre chose
Mais le vieux ne connaissait rien.
Quel? tonnement fut le mien
De constater que le bonhomme
Ne savait rien,? videmment,
Des faits et des? v? nements
Qui passionnaient les autres hommes.
Il ignorait tout de ce temps,
Aussi bien les gens importants
Que les plus c? l? bres affaires
Et c'? tait peut-? tre cela
Qui, dans ce tranquille coin-l?,
Cr? ait cette? trange atmosph? re.
J'acquis le bouquin poussi? reux
Et je partis le c? ur heureux.
Le chat noir, toujours impassible,
Dans un petit clignement d'yeux
Parut me dire, malicieux:
"Tu ne croyais pas? a possible!..."
Je m'en allai, et puis voil?.
Mon anecdote finit l?
Car cette histoire ne comprend
Ni chute, ni moralit?
Mais quand je suis trop affect? e
Par le potins que l'on colporte,
Par les scandales d? go? tants,
Par les proc? d? s r? voltants
Des requins de la politique,
Afin de mieux m'? loigner d'eux
Je vais passer une heure ou deux
Dans cette petite boutique...

The Little Shop

I know, in a forgotten quarter,
A corner that gives itself the air
Of aristocratic province
There I discovered last season,
Nestled between two houses,
A miniature shop.
A beautiful black cat sprawled
On the threshold when I entered.
He raised his eyes to me
Then he seemed to say when he saw me
To himself: "Well! A customer...
What a sensational thing!"
This antique shop
Excited my curiosity
By its disused appearance.
A bell with a cracked sound
Began to tinkle.
In the calm and warm silence,
Suddenly, out of nowhere,
A small old man with gentle eyes
Gave me a grand baroque greeting
And I had the strange feeling
Of living in a very old moment
Far removed from our era.
I was haggling over an old book
Whose morocco binding
Kept the smell of closed chambers
When, I don't know quite how,
I started, after a moment,
To talk about something else
But the old man knew nothing.
What astonishment mine was
To find that the good man
Knew nothing, obviously,
Of the facts and events
That fascinated other men.
He knew nothing of this time,
As well as the important people
As the most famous affairs
And perhaps that was what
In that tranquil corner
Created this strange atmosphere.
I acquired the dusty book
And I left my heart happy.
The black cat, always impassive,
In a little blink of an eye
Seemed to say to me, mischievously:
"You didn't think it possible!..."
I went away, and that's it.
My anecdote ends there
Because this story neither
Falls nor has a moral.
But when I am too affected
By the gossip that is peddled,
By the disgusting scandals,
By the revolting proceedings
Of the sharks of politics,
In order to better distance myself from them
I go and spend an hour or two
In this little shop...