Le Brun Et Le Blond (Live A Lausanne 1946 - 1947) - Edith Piaf перевод на английский

Le Brun Et Le Blond (Live A Lausanne 1946 - 1947)

Dans ma p′tite vie y a deux gar? ons
Y en a un brun et puis un blond
Qui m'aiment tous deux? leur mani? re
Le brun a l′air triste et s? rieux
Et le blond rit de tous ses yeux
J'crois bien qu'c′est l′brun que je pr? f? re
Il est plus jeune, il est plus beau
Il a une belle couleur de peau
Un coeur tout pur, plein d'choses toutes belles
Oui mais le blond n′a qu'? s′amener
Avec son air de rigoler
C'est pour lui qu′j'ai envie d'? tre belle
Le brun me parle tr? s gravement
De son amour, de ses tourments
Avec une belle voix qui chante
Il dit qu′il se tuerait s? rement
Si je ne l′aimais pas tout le temps
Ou si un jour j'? tais m? chante
Ca m′impressionne,? a me fait tout dr? le
C'est vraiment lui qui a l′beau r? le
Y a pas? dire, c'est lui qui m′aime
Quand j'parle au blond d'se suicider
Y m′dit "non, tu veux rigoler"
Mais j′aime bien l'embrasser quand m? me
Ca s′est pass? en plein mois d'ao? t
On n′y a rien compris du tout
Il? tait v'nu boire de la bi? re
Quand il a eu vid? son bock
On a entendu un p′tit "toc"
Ah, la patronne? tait pas fi? re
Il? tait l?, tranquille comme tout
Avec au front un tout p'tit trou
Mon Dieu, que cette histoire est b? te
C'? tait mon blond qui? tait parti
En m′laissant un p′tit mot? crit
"J'ai assez ri. Salut p′tite t? te"

The Brunette and the Blonde (Live In Lausanne 1946 - 1947)

In my little life there are two boys
One is dark and the other is blond
Who both love me in their own way
The dark-haired one seems sad and serious
And the blond laughs with all his eyes
I think I prefer the dark-haired one
He's younger, he's more handsome
He has a beautiful skin color
A pure heart, full of beautiful things
But the blond has only to show up
With his jolly air
He's the one who makes me want to be beautiful
The dark-haired one speaks to me very seriously
Of his love, of his torments
With a beautiful voice that sings
He says that he would surely kill himself
If I did not love him all the time
Or if one day I were to be unfaithful
It impresses me, it makes me so jealous
It is truly he who has the beautiful role
There's no denying it, he's the one who loves me
When I talk to the blond about suicide
He says to me, "No, you're joking."
But I like to kiss him anyway
It happened in the middle of August
We didn't understand anything about it
He had come to drink a beer
When he had emptied his glass
We heard a little "tap"
Oh, the landlady was not proud
He was there, as calm as ever
With a tiny little hole in his forehead
My God, what a silly story
It was my blond who had left
Leaving me a little written note
I've had enough of laughing. Goodbye, little darling."