Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miséricorde, pt. 2, artist - Édith Piaf. Album song Edith Piaf: The Complete Collection, Vol. 4, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 01.10.2012
Record label: Universe
Song language: French
Miséricorde, pt. 2(original) |
Plus jamais ne prierai, |
Plus jamais ne rirai |
Avec leurs boniments. |
Ils ont tué mon amant. |
Le bourdon peut sonner, |
Le curé, marmonner. |
C’est pas ça qui le fera |
Revenir dans mes bras. |
D’un petit air réfléchi |
Et la voix décidée, |
Il a dit: «Allons-y! |
Faut défendre ses idées!» |
Mais, malgré sa grande gueule |
Et ses yeux qu’il planquait, |
Je n'étais pas toute seule |
A chiâler sur le quai… |
Miséricorde! |
Miséricorde! |
Les petites croix blanches |
Ont des dimanches |
Qui ne sont pas gais. |
Le ciel bleu d’un petit bal |
Du côté de Bougival |
Dans mes yeux étonnés |
Continue de tourner… |
Rien qu'à voir les péniches, |
On rêvait de voyager. |
Pour ceux qui ne sont pas riches, |
Il suffit de rêver: |
Le jardin qu’on aurait |
Serait plein de lilas… |
Et le gosse qu’on aurait |
S’appellerait Jean-François… |
Les beaux rêves sont gratuits. |
Moi, le seul qui me reste, |
C’est l’odeur de sa veste |
Quand je dansais contre lui. |
'y a plus que ça qui me rapproche |
De celui que j’adorais |
Mais la vie est si moche |
Que même ça, je l’oublierai… |
Miséricorde! |
Miséricorde! |
Miséricorde! |
(translation) |
Never again will I pray, |
Never again will I laugh |
With their bullshit. |
They killed my lover. |
The bumblebee may sound, |
The priest, mumble. |
That ain't gonna do it |
Come back into my arms. |
With a thoughtful look |
And the decided voice, |
He said, "Let's go! |
You have to defend your ideas!” |
But despite his big mouth |
And his eyes that he hid, |
I was not alone |
Whining on the dock... |
Mercy! |
Mercy! |
small white crosses |
have sundays |
Who aren't gay. |
The blue sky of a small ball |
On the side of Bougival |
In my astonished eyes |
Keep spinning... |
Just to see the barges, |
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 |
His name would be Jean-François… |
Sweet dreams are free. |
Me, the only one I have 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 that, I will forget... |
Mercy! |
Mercy! |
Mercy! |