Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La chanson de Bilbao (Bilbao song), artist - Yves Montand.
Date of issue: 06.04.2020
Song language: French
La chanson de Bilbao (Bilbao song)(original) |
L’bal? |
Bill,? |
Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao. |
C'?tait l’plus beau bal de tout le continent. |
T’avais? |
gogo l’bruit et l’r?ve, |
L’bruit et l’r?ve, l’bruit et l’r?ve |
Et tout c’que tout le monde offre? |
ses enfants |
Quand on entrait dans cet? |
tablissement. |
Je n’sais pas trop si c’genre de truc vous aurait plu. |
On riait en buvant comme des perdus. |
Sur l’parquet, l’herbe poussait dru. |
Par le toit la lune verte passait |
Et pis la musique, l?, vraiment, on t’en donnait pour ton fric. |
Joe, rejoue la musiqu’de c’temps-l?. |
Vieille lune de Bilbao, que l’amour ?tait beau. |
Vieille lune de Bilbao, fume ton cigare l?-haut. |
Vieille lune de Bilbao, jamais j’te ferai d? |
gaut. |
Vieille lune de Bilbao, tu laches pas les poteaux. |
Je n’sais pas trop si c’genre de truc vous aurait plu, |
Mais c'?tait l’plus chouette, |
C'?tait l’plus chouette, |
C'?tait l’plus chouette |
Du monde entier. |
Au bal d’Bill,? |
Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao, |
Un beau jour fin mai en l’an mil neuf cent huit, |
Quat’mecs s’amen?rent plein d’galette, |
Plein d’galette, plein d’galette. |
Raconter tout ce qu’ils ont fait, j’pourrais pas |
Mais si vous? |
tiez arriv? |
s ce jour-l?, |
Je n’sais pas trop si c’genre de truc vous aurait plu. |
On riait en buvant comme des perdus. |
Sur l’parquet, l’herbe poussait dru. |
Par le toit la lune verte passait |
Les quat’gars d’Frisco |
Tiraient des coups de browning |
A qui mieux-mieux |
Et par dessus la musique continuait. |
L’bal d’Bill,? |
Bilbao, Bilbao, |
Aujourd’hui tout est repeint, tout est d? |
cent, |
Plantes grasses et glaces ordinaires, ordinaires, |
Comme dans tous les autres? |
tablissements |
Mais si vous venez? |
passer ce jour-l?, |
?a vous plaira peut-?tre bien, on ne sait pas. |
Moi? |
a m’fait d’la peine. |
On peut plus rigoler. |
Y a plus d’herbe sur le parquet. |
La lune verte, elle a fait ses paquets |
Et pis la musique, vraiment, on a honte pour son fric. |
Joe, rejoue la musiqu’de c’temps-l?. |
(translation) |
The ball? |
Bill,? |
Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao. |
It was the finest ball on the whole continent. |
You had? |
gogo the noise and the dream, |
The noise and the dream, the noise and the dream |
And what everyone else offers? |
their children |
When we entered this? |
establishment. |
I'm not sure if that kind of stuff would have appealed to you. |
We were laughing and drinking like lost people. |
On the floor, the grass grew thick. |
Through the roof the green moon passed |
And the music, there, really, we gave you for your money. |
Joe, play some music back then. |
Old moon of Bilbao, how beautiful love was. |
Old moon of Bilbao, smoke your cigar up there. |
Old moon of Bilbao, never will I make you |
left. |
Old moon of Bilbao, you don't let go of the poles. |
I don't know if this kind of thing would have pleased you, |
But it was the coolest part, |
It was the coolest, |
It was the coolest |
Of the whole world. |
At Bill's ball,? |
Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao, |
One fine day at the end of May in the year nineteen hundred and eight, |
Four guys showed up full of pancakes, |
Lots of cake, lots of cake. |
Tell everything they did, I couldn't |
But if you? |
have you arrived? |
s that day?, |
I'm not sure if that kind of stuff would have appealed to you. |
We were laughing and drinking like lost people. |
On the floor, the grass grew thick. |
Through the roof the green moon passed |
Frisco's Four Guys |
Fired browning shots |
Who better-better |
And above the music continued. |
Bill's ball? |
Bilbao, Bilbao, |
Today everything is repainted, everything is d? |
hundred, |
Ordinary, ordinary succulents and ice cream, |
As in all the others? |
establishments |
But if you come? |
spend that day? |
You might like it, we don't know. |
Me? |
pained me. |
We can't laugh anymore. |
There's more grass on the floor. |
The green moon, she packed her bags |
And the music, really, we're ashamed of the money. |
Joe, play some music back then. |