Le disque usé (Live) - Edith Piaf перевод на английский

Le disque usé (Live)

Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux mat′lots
Où n'entre pas la lumière,
Y a un vilain caboulot.
La figure triste et pâle,
Une servante aux yeux bleus
Rêve aux plus belles escales
Et à des ciels merveilleux.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: "Ton attente est vaine."
Mais, dans un coin, un phono
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
"Tant qu′y a d'la vie, y a d'l′espoir.
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s′achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu′y a d'la vie, y a d′l'espoir."
Il était beau comme un ange,
Des cheveux blonds comm′ le miel.
Son regard était étrange,
Plus bleu que le bleu du ciel.
Il appela la servante
Et lui dit: "Je te cherchais."
Elle répondit, tremblante:
"Y a longtemps que j'attendais."
Il l'a serrée dans ses bras,
"Quand je serai capitaine..."
Et le vieux disque, tout bas,
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
"Tant qu′y a d′la vie, y a d'l′espoir.
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s'achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l′attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu'y a d′la vie, y a d'l'espoir."
Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux mat′lots
Où n′entre pas la lumière,
Y a un vilain caboulot.
Elle attend, fière et hautaine,
Elle attend, depuis vingt ans,
Elle attend son capitaine,
Et son regard est confiant.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: "Ton attente est vaine."
Mais elle écout' le phono
Raclant sa vieille rengaine.
Tant qu′y a d'la vie y a d′l'esp...
Y a d′l'esp...
Y a d'l′esp...
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s′achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu′y a d'la vie y a d′l'esp...
Tant qu′y a d'la vie y a d'l′esp...
Tant qu′y a d'la vie y a d′l'esp...

Le disque usé (Live)

Dead-end alleyway,
In the sailors' little street
Where the light doesn't get through,
There's an ugly little dive.
With a sad and ashy face,
A waitress with blue eyes
Dreams of the most beautiful ports
And of wonderful skies.
Every whistle from the boats
Tells her: "Your waiting's in vain."
But, in a corner, a jukebox
Sings its old refrain.
"As long as there's life, there's hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be fulfilled one night.
Before your life is over,
Happiness will come to find you.
You must wait for it relentlessly.
Drive away the black butterflies.
As long as there's life, there's hope."
He was as beautiful as an angel,
With blond hair like honey.
His look was strange,
Bluer than the blue of the sky.
He called the waitress
And told her: "I've been looking for you."
She answered, trembling:
"I've been waiting a long time."
He held her in his arms,
"When I'll be a captain..."
And the old record, softly,
Sings its old refrain.
"As long as there's life, there's hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be fulfilled one night.
Before your life is over,
Happiness will come to find you.
You must wait for it relentlessly.
Drive away the black butterflies.
As long as there's life, there's hope."
Dead-end alleyway,
In the sailors' little street
Where the light doesn't get through,
There's an ugly little dive.
She waits, proud and haughty,
She waits, for twenty years,
She waits for her captain,
And her look is confident.
Every whistle from the boats
Tells her: "Your waiting's in vain."
But she listens to the jukebox
Scratching its old refrain.
As long as there's life there's hop...
There's hop...
There's hop...
Your desires, your dreams
Will be fulfilled one night.
Before your life is over,
Happiness will come to find you.
You must wait for it relentlessly.
Drive away the black butterflies.
As long as there's life there's hop...
As long as there's life there's hop...
As long as there's life there's hop...