Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jérémie, artist - Anne Sylvestre. Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Song language: French
Jérémie(original) |
| Tu disais qu’j'étais pas jolie, Jérémie |
| Tu disais qu’je s’rais pas ta mie |
| Tu disais qu’j’avais des yeux gris, Jérémie |
| Et des cheveux comme la pluie |
| Tu disais qu’j'étais pas jolie, Jérémie |
| Tu disais qu’je s’rais pas ta mie |
| Tu aimais celles, plus belles |
| Du voisinage |
| Blondes et blanches, pervenches |
| Et tellement sages |
| Et tu jouais distrait |
| À la marelle |
| Tu n’touchais pas du doigt |
| Les demoiselles |
| Tu disais qu’j'étais pas polie, Jérémie |
| Tu disais qu’je serais pas ta mie |
| Moi, j’avais trouvé des amis, Jérémie |
| Qui étaient un peu dégourdis |
| Tu disais qu’j'étais pas polie, Jérémie |
| Tu disais que je s’rais pas ta mie |
| On f’sait la guerre, légère |
| Des embuscades |
| Et puis la guerre sévère |
| Des embrassades |
| Tu avais, toi, le droit |
| Du bout des lèvres |
| De débiter, sucrées |
| Des choses mièvres |
| Un jour tu m’as trouvée jolie, Jérémie |
| Beaucoup plus que tes belles amies |
| Moi, j’avais toujours mes yeux gris, Jérémie |
| Et mes cheveux comme de la pluie |
| Un jour, tu m’as trouvée jolie, Jérémie |
| Tu as voulu que je sois ta mie |
| Tu peux venir sourire |
| Battre des ailes |
| Tu n’impressionnes personne |
| Que les oiselles |
| Tu peux courir, souffrir |
| Je m’en balance |
| Et sans tes yeux trop bleus |
| Ma vie commence |
| Tu disais qu’j'étais pas jolie, Jérémie |
| Tu disais qu’je s’rais pas ta mie |
| Eh bien, tu n’avais pas menti, Jérémie |
| T’auras pas mes cheveux de pluie |
| J'étais peut-être pas jolie, tu l’as dit |
| Je t’aimais pourtant, Jérémie |
| Mais c’est trop tard |
| Et c’est fini ! |
| (translation) |
| You said I wasn't pretty, Jeremiah |
| You said I wouldn't be your friend |
| You said I had gray eyes, Jeremiah |
| And hair like rain |
| You said I wasn't pretty, Jeremiah |
| You said I wouldn't be your friend |
| You liked the nicer ones |
| From the neighborhood |
| Blondes and whites, periwinkles |
| And so wise |
| And you were playing distracted |
| A hopscotch |
| You didn't touch the finger |
| The ladies |
| You said I wasn't polite, Jeremy |
| You said I wouldn't be your sweetheart |
| Me, I had found friends, Jérémie |
| Who were a little smart |
| You said I wasn't polite, Jeremy |
| You said I wouldn't be your friend |
| We know the war, light |
| ambushes |
| And then severe war |
| hugs |
| You had the right |
| Reluctanlty |
| To debit, sweet |
| Cute things |
| One day you thought I was pretty, Jeremiah |
| Much more than your beautiful friends |
| Me, I still had my gray eyes, Jérémie |
| And my hair like rain |
| One day you thought I was pretty, Jeremiah |
| You wanted me to be your sweetheart |
| You can come smile |
| Flap its wings |
| You don't impress anyone |
| that the birds |
| You can run, suffer |
| I do not care |
| And without your eyes too blue |
| My life begins |
| You said I wasn't pretty, Jeremiah |
| You said I wouldn't be your friend |
| Well, you weren't lying, Jeremiah |
| You won't get my rainy hair |
| I was maybe not pretty, you said it |
| I still loved you, Jeremiah |
| But it's too late |
| And it's done ! |