Текст и перевод песни Edith Piaf - l'homme à la moto (Live September 4, 1958)

l'homme à la moto (Live September 4, 1958)

Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.
Jamais il ne se coiffait, jamais il ne se lavait
Les ongles pleins de cambouis mais sur les biceps il avait
Un tatouage avec un c? ur bleu sur la peau bleme
Et juste? l'int? rieur, on lisait: 'Maman je t'aime'
Il avait une petite amie du nom de Marie-Lou
On la prenait en piti?, une enfant de son? ge
Car tout le monde savait bien qu'il aimait entre tout
Sa chienne de moto bien davantage.
Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.
Marie-Lou la pauvre fille l'implora, le supplia
Dit: 'Ne pars pas ce soir, je vais pleurer si tu t'en vas'
Mais les mots furent perdus, ses larmes pareillement
Dans le bruit de la machine et du tuyau d'? chappement
Il bondit comme un diable avec des flammes dans les yeux
Au passage? niveau, ce fut comme un? clair de feu
Contre une locomotive qui filait vers le midi
Et quand on d? barrassa les d? bris.
On trouva sa culotte, ses bottes de moto
Son blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Mais plus rien de la moto et plus rien de ce d? mon
Qui semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.

The Man on the Motorcycle (Live September 4, 1958)

He wore motorcycle boots and leather chaps
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His motorcycle that took off like a cannonball
Sowed terror throughout the whole region.
He never combed his hair, never washed
His nails were full of grease but on his biceps he had
A tattoo with a blue heart on pale skin
And right in the middle, it read: “Mom, I love you”
He had a little girlfriend named Marie-Lou
People pitied her, a child her age
Because everyone knew well that he loved above all
His damn motorcycle much more.
He wore motorcycle boots and leather chaps
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His motorcycle that took off like a cannonball
Sowed terror throughout the whole region.
Poor Marie-Lou begged and pleaded with him
Said: “Don't leave tonight, I'll cry if you go”
But her words were lost, her tears as well
In the noise of the engine and the exhaust pipe
He jumped like a devil with flames in his eyes
At the level crossing, it was like a flash of fire
Against a locomotive that was heading south
And when we cleared the wreckage.
We found his chaps, his motorcycle boots
His black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But nothing more of the motorcycle and nothing more of that demon
Who sowed terror throughout the whole region.