Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miséricorde , by - Édith Piaf. Song from the album Platinum, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 16.08.2007
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: French
Miséricorde(original) |
| Plus jamais ne prierai |
| Plus jamais ne rirai |
| Avec leurs boniments |
| Ils ont tu mon amant |
| Le bourdon peut sonner |
| Le cur, marmonner |
| C’est pas a qui le fera |
| Revenir dans mes bras |
| D’un petit air rflchi |
| Et la voix dcide |
| Il a dit: «Allons-y ! |
| Faut dfendre ses ides !» |
| Mais, malgr sa grande gueule |
| Et ses yeux qu’il planquait |
| Je n’tais pas toute seule |
| A chiler sur le quai… |
| Misricorde ! |
| Misricorde ! |
| Les petites croix blanches |
| Ont des dimanches |
| Qui ne sont pas gais |
| Le ciel bleu d’un petit bal |
| Du ct de Bougival |
| Dans mes yeux tonns |
| Continue de tourner… |
| Rien qu' voir les pniches |
| On rvait de voyager |
| Pour ceux qui ne sont pas riches |
| Il suffit de rver: |
| Le jardin qu’on aurait |
| Serait plein de lilas… |
| Et le gosse qu’on aurait |
| S’appellerait Jean-Franois… |
| Les beaux rves sont gratuits |
| Moi, le seul qui me reste |
| C’est l’odeur de sa veste |
| Quand je dansais contre lui |
| 'y a plus que a qui me rapproche |
| De celui que j’adorais |
| Mais la vie est si moche |
| Que mme a, je l’oublierai… |
| Misricorde ! |
| Misricorde ! |
| Misricorde ! |
| (translation) |
| Never pray again |
| Never again will I laugh |
| With their bullshit |
| They have you my lover |
| Bumblebee can sound |
| The heart, mumble |
| It's not who will do it |
| Come back into my arms |
| With a thoughtful look |
| And the voice decides |
| He said, "Let's go! |
| You have to defend your ideas!” |
| But despite his big mouth |
| And his eyes he hid |
| I was not alone |
| Chilling on the quay... |
| Mercy! |
| Mercy! |
| small white crosses |
| have sundays |
| who are not gay |
| The blue sky of a small ball |
| From Bougival |
| In my thunderous eyes |
| Keep spinning... |
| Just seeing the pniches |
| We dreamed of traveling |
| For those who are not rich |
| Just dream: |
| The garden we would have |
| Would be full of lilacs... |
| And the kid we would have |
| Would be called Jean-Franois… |
| Sweet dreams are free |
| Me, the only one left |
| It's the smell of his jacket |
| When I was dancing against him |
| there's more than that that brings me closer |
| Of the one I adored |
| But life is so ugly |
| That even, I will forget it... |
| Mercy! |
| Mercy! |
| Mercy! |