Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le Toreador, artist - Charles Aznavour. Date of issue: 19.09.2019
Song language: French
Le Toreador(original) |
| Tu gis les yeux perdus |
| Livide et pitoyable |
| Le corps à demi nu |
| Recouvert d’un drap blanc |
| Ton habit de lumière |
| Est jeté lamentable |
| Avili de poussière |
| Et maculé de sang |
| La course continue |
| Tandis que tu rends l'âme |
| Tant pis pour le vaincu |
| Il mérite son sort |
| Et le nom du vainqueur |
| Que l’assistance acclame |
| Bien plus que la douleur |
| Te transperce le corps le corps |
| Tu ne reverras plus |
| Les courses enivrantes |
| Sous un soleil de plomb |
| A te crever les yeux |
| Tu ne reverras plus |
| Les filles ravissantes |
| Debout sur les gradins |
| T’acclamant comme un dieu |
| Tu n'éprouveras plus |
| Ce sentiment étrange |
| Fait d’un curieux mélange |
| De peur et de fierté |
| Quand dans l’arène en feu |
| Tu marchais d’un pas noble |
| Tandis qu’un passo doble |
| Ponctuait ton entrée |
| La bête a eu raison |
| De ta fière prestance |
| Elle a sali ton nom |
| Elle a ruiné ta vie |
| Ta merveilleuse allure |
| Et ta fière arrogance |
| Sont tombés dans la sciure |
| Et le sable rougi |
| Tes ongles sont plantés |
| Dans le bois de ta couche |
| Et seul, abandonné |
| Tu vois venir la mort |
| Cette fille d’amour |
| Qui te colle à la bouche |
| Pour mieux voler tes jours |
| En possédant ton corps |
| Tu ne reverras plus |
| La chaude Andalousie |
| Quand la terre glacée |
| Va se jeter sur toi |
| Tu ne reverras plus |
| Ces danseuses en folie |
| Ces chanteurs de flamenque |
| Aux pathétiques voix |
| Une idole se meurt |
| Une autre prend sa place |
| Tu as perdu la face |
| Et soldé ton destin |
| Car la gloire est frivole |
| Et quand on la croit nôtre |
| Elle s’offre à un autre |
| Et il ne reste rien… |
| (translation) |
| You lie with lost eyes |
| Livid and pitiful |
| The half-naked body |
| Covered with a white sheet |
| Your dress of light |
| Is thrown lamentable |
| Debased with dust |
| And smeared with blood |
| The race continues |
| As you pass away |
| So much for the defeated |
| He deserves his fate |
| And the winner's name |
| Let the audience cheer |
| More than pain |
| Pierce your body the body |
| You will never see again |
| Exhilarating races |
| Under a blazing sun |
| To gouge out your eyes |
| You will never see again |
| The lovely girls |
| Standing on the bleachers |
| Hailing you like a god |
| You will no longer experience |
| This strange feeling |
| Made of a curious mixture |
| Of fear and pride |
| When in the arena on fire |
| You walked with a noble step |
| While a passo doble |
| Punctuated your entrance |
| The beast was right |
| Of your proud bearing |
| She smeared your name |
| She ruined your life |
| Your wonderful look |
| And your proud arrogance |
| Have fallen into the sawdust |
| And reddened sand |
| Your nails are planted |
| In the wood of your bed |
| And alone, forsaken |
| You see death coming |
| This girl of love |
| that sticks in your mouth |
| To better steal your days |
| By owning your body |
| You will never see again |
| Warm Andalucia |
| When the frozen earth |
| Will pounce on you |
| You will never see again |
| Those mad dancers |
| These flamenco singers |
| To pathetic voices |
| An idol dies |
| Another takes its place |
| You lost face |
| And settled your fate |
| For glory is frivolous |
| And when we believe her ours |
| She offers herself to another |
| And there's nothing left... |