Lyrics of Music-Hall - Dominique A

Music-Hall (original)

De grands cieux gris inquiets
Clouent le jour baln?
aire au sol.
L’homme avance parmi les dunes
Il chemine en se balan?
ant
Il se souvient du Music Hall
Du long couloir en entonnoir
O?
la foule se d?
vidait
Les robes ne tenant qu'?
un fil
Et le trottoir mouill?, mouill?.
Il avance parmi les dunes
Gomina battue par le vent
Il pense qu’il est huit heures du soir
Et qu’il circule dans le couloir
O?
les?
paules bruissent en glissant
La foule se place au coeur des dunes
La mer applaudit bruyamment.
«Tu ne sais pas lui dire adieu «Lui a-t-elle dit hier au soir
«Tu n’verras pas si je pars
Ma route ne passe pas par tes yeux
Dans ta t?
te, c’est huit heures du soir
A jamais, ici ou ailleurs
C’est le velours du grand couloir
Qu’on trouverait, si on t’ouvrait le c?
ur «.
Au Casino qui toise les dunes
S'?veillent les machines, hoquetant,
Quelques orphelins de la lune
S’att?lent d?
j?
consciencieusement
A cumuler de l’infortune
Un grand caf?
serr?
l’attend
Pr?
s des machines qui cliqu?
tent
En entrant, il voit la moquette
Et il voit des lumi?
res d’avant.
«Tu ne sais pas leur dire adieu
Ni?
ces grandes lettres rouges
Ni au d?
sordre des entractes
Ni aux rideaux qui vont flottant
Tu te souviens du Music Hall
De rires et de gorges serr?
es Et du froissement des?
paules
Et dehors, le trottoir mouill?
«.
Boulevard maritime, la maison
Au c?
ur d’autres maisons muettes
Bouches closes une fois l'?t?
pass?
La table mise, la femme fluette
L’assiette qu’il n’y a qu'?
r?
chauffer
Et l’hier soir qui vibre encore
Des quelques v?
rit?s brass?
es Il lui pardonne sans un effort
C'?tait trop vrai pour le toucher.
Ils s’embrassent, elle part travailler
Elle a le pardon du fant?
me Et l’espoir ind?
boulonn?

(translation)

Great Gray Troubled Skies
Nail the baln day?
floor area.
The man advances among the dunes
He walks swaying?
ant
He remembers the Music Hall
From the long funnel corridor
Where?
the crowd turns away
emptied
Dresses only holding?
a wire
And the sidewalk wet, wet?
He advances among the dunes
Windswept Gomina
He thinks it's eight o'clock at night
And he walks down the hall
Where?
them?
shoulders rustle as they slide
The crowd takes place in the heart of the dunes
The sea clapped loudly.
"You don't know how to say goodbye to him" she said to him last night
"You won't see if I leave
My road does not pass through your eyes
In your t?
you, it's eight o'clock in the evening
Forever, here or elsewhere
It's the velvet of the great hall
What would we find, if we opened your c?
ur ".
At the Casino that looks down on the dunes
The machines wake up, gasping,
Some Orphans of the Moon
Are striving to
I
conscientiously
To accumulate misfortune
A big cafe?
tight?
waiting for him
Pr?
s machines that click?
tent
As he enters he sees the carpet
And he sees lights?
stay ahead.
"You don't know how to say goodbye to them
Neither?
those big red letters
Neither to the d?
order of intermissions
Nor to the curtains that go fluttering
Do you remember the Music Hall
Laughter and tight throats?
es And of the rustling of?
shoulders
And outside, the wet sidewalk?
“.
Boulevard maritime, the house
At the heart
ur other dumb houses
Mouths closed once the?
pass?
The table set, the slender woman
The plate that there is only?
r?
heat
And last night that still vibrates
Of the few v?
rit?s brewed?
es He forgives her without an effort
It was too real to touch.
They kiss, she goes to work
She has the child's forgiveness?
me And hope ind?
bolted?