Текст и перевод песни Edith Piaf - Le Diable De La Bastille - Live À L'Olympia 1962

Le Diable De La Bastille - Live À L'Olympia 1962

C'est incroyable mais vrai,
Invraisemblable mais vrai.
C'est le diable qui dansait
Au quatorze juillet,
Place de la Bastille.
C'est incroyable mais vrai,
Invraisemblable mais vrai.
Il savait bien, le malin,
Qu'il tenait dans ses mains
Le destin d'une fille
Car il est joli gar? on,
Il conna? t bien la chanson.
A la flamme des lampions,
Au son d' l'accord? on,
Il est m? connaissable
Et la fille n'a rien vu.
Elle ne l'a pas reconnu.
Tourbillonnant dans ses bras,
Elle trouvait, ce soir-l?,
Que c'? tait formidable.
A dix-huit ans, on a le droit
De se tromper? ce point-l?
Tant le d? mon a l'air si bon.
On peut l'aimer sans se damner.
C'est incroyable mais vrai,
Invraisemblable mais vrai.
C'est le diable qui dansait
Au quatorze juillet,
Place de la Bastille.
C'est incroyable mais vrai,
Invraisemblable mais vrai.
Il savait bien, le malin,
Qu'il tenait dans ses mains
Le destin d'une fille.
Vraiment, il se r? galait,
Il rigolait, rigolait.
Puisque la vie? tait belle,
Elle trouvait naturel
Qu'il ait envie de rire.
Elle s'est abandonn? e.
C'? tait vraiment bon march?,
C'? tait vraiment trop facile,
Une? me aussi docile.
'Y avait pas de quoi rire.
C'est incroyable mais vrai.
C'est le diable qui dansait,
C'est le diable qui riait,
C'est le diable que j'aimais.
Le diable que j'aimais...
Le diable que j'aimais...
Le diable que j'aimais...

The Devil of the Bastille - Live at the Olympia 1962

I can't believe it's true,
It's beyond belief, it's true.
It was the devil who danced
On the fourteenth of July,
In the Place de la Bastille.
I can't believe it's true,
It's beyond belief, it's true.
He knew very well, the evil one,
That he held in his hand
The destiny of a girl
For he's a handsome devil,
He knows the song well.
In the glow of the lanterns,
To the sound of the accordion,
He's unrecognizable
And the girl has seen nothing.
She didn't recognize him.
Whirling in his arms,
She found that evening,
That it was wonderful.
At eighteen, you have the right
To be wrong on this point.
So the demon seems so good.
You can love him without damning yourself.
I can't believe it's true,
It's beyond belief, it's true.
It was the devil who danced
On the fourteenth of July,
In the Place de la Bastille.
I can't believe it's true,
It's beyond belief, it's true.
He knew very well, the evil one,
That he held in his hand
The destiny of a girl.
Really, he was having a blast,
He was laughing, laughing, laughing.
Since life was so beautiful,
She found it natural
That he wanted to laugh.
She surrendered.
It was really a bargain,
It was really too easy,
To have a soul so docile.
It was nothing to laugh about.
I can't believe it's true.
It was the devil who danced,
It was the devil who laughed,
It was the devil I loved.
The devil I loved...
The devil I loved...
The devil I loved...