Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ma môme, artist - Jean Ferrat. Album song Ma mome, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 20.12.2013
Record label: 2PL
Song language: French
Ma môme(original) |
Ma môme, ell' joue pas les starlettes |
Ell' met pas des lunettes |
De soleil |
Ell' pos' pas pour les magazines |
Ell' travaille en usine |
A Créteil |
Dans une banlieue surpeuplée |
On habite un meublé |
Elle et moi |
La fenêtre n’a qu’un carreau |
Qui donne sur l’entrepôt |
Et les toits |
On va pas à Saint-Paul-de-Vence |
On pass' tout’s nos vacances |
A Saint-Ouen |
Comme famille on n’a qu’une marraine |
Quelque part en Lorraine |
Et c’est loin |
Mais ma môme elle a vingt-cinq berges |
Et j’crois bien qu’la Saint’Vierge |
Des églises |
N’a pas plus d’amour dans les yeux |
Et ne sourit pas mieux |
Quoi qu’on dise |
L'été quand la vill' s’ensommeille |
Chez nous y a du soleil |
Qui s’attarde |
Je pose ma tête sur ses reins |
Je prends douc’ment sa main |
Et j’la garde |
On s’dit toutes les choses qui nous viennent |
C’est beau comm' du Verlaine |
On dirait |
On regarde tomber le jour |
Et puis on fait l’amour |
En secret |
Ma môme, ell' joue pas les starlettes |
Ell' met pas des lunettes |
De soleil |
Ell' pos' pas pour les magazines |
Ell' travaille en usine |
A Créteil |
(translation) |
My kid, she doesn't play the starlets |
She doesn't wear glasses |
Of Sun |
She' pos' not for the magazines |
She works in a factory |
In Creteil |
In a crowded suburb |
We live in a furnished apartment |
She and I |
The window has only one pane |
Which overlooks the warehouse |
And the rooftops |
We're not going to Saint-Paul-de-Vence |
We spend all our holidays |
In Saint-Ouen |
As a family we only have one godmother |
Somewhere in Lorraine |
And it's far |
But my kid she has twenty-five edges |
And I believe that the Holy Virgin |
Churches |
Has no more love in his eyes |
And smile no better |
whatever we say |
Summer when the city falls asleep |
With us there is sunshine |
Who lingers |
I lay my head on his loins |
I gently take her hand |
And I keep it |
We say all the things that come to us |
It's beautiful like Verlaine |
Looks like |
We watch the day fall |
And then we make love |
Secretly |
My kid, she doesn't play the starlets |
She doesn't wear glasses |
Of Sun |
She' pos' not for the magazines |
She works in a factory |
In Creteil |