Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ma rengaine , by - Colette RenardRelease date: 20.10.2011
Song language: French
Ma rengaine(original) |
| Y a qu' des musiques américaines |
| Dans les bistrots et les cinés |
| Qui c’est qui t’a assassinée |
| Ma rengaine? |
| Y a des maracas par douzaines |
| Embusquées dans les TSF |
| Mais toi, on t’entend plus bézef |
| Ma rengaine |
| Tu tournais à trois temps dans les bals du dimanche |
| Près du bar fabriqué avec cinq ou six planches |
| Tu chantais dans l' soufflet d’un vieil accordéon |
| Au carrefour qu'était pas éclairé au néon |
| Et pis voilà, t’as pas eu d' veine |
| T’en savais trop, on t’a butée |
| Te voilà morte et enterrée |
| Ma rengaine |
| J' t’avais connue un jour de peine |
| Un homme venait de me quitter |
| Toi, tu m’as tout d' suite consolée |
| Ma rengaine |
| Tu t’es amenée comme ça, sans gêne |
| Pour me r’filer un grand frisson |
| Le long du dos, là où c’est bon |
| Ma rengaine |
| J’avais perdu mon gars, un autre reviendrait |
| Ça s’rait d' nouveau la fête, le samedi du muguet |
| Tu m' racontais tout ça de ta voix caressante |
| En m' prenant par le bras pour remonter ma pente |
| Mais le jazz est là qui s' déchaîne |
| Et j' t’entends plus, j’entends plus rien |
| Me laisse pas seule, file-moi ta main |
| (translation) |
| There's only American music |
| In pubs and cinemas |
| Who murdered you |
| My catchphrase? |
| There are dozens of maracas |
| Ambushed in the TSF |
| But you, we can't hear you anymore, bézef |
| My catchphrase |
| You were spinning three times at Sunday balls |
| Near the bar made with five or six planks |
| You were singing in the bellows of an old accordion |
| At the crossroads that wasn't neon lit |
| And that's it, you weren't lucky |
| You knew too much, you were killed |
| There you are dead and buried |
| My catchphrase |
| I had known you on a day of sorrow |
| A man had just left me |
| You, you consoled me right away |
| My catchphrase |
| You came like that, without embarrassment |
| To give me a big thrill |
| Along the back where it feels good |
| My catchphrase |
| I had lost my guy, another one would come back |
| It would be party time again, Lily of the Valley Saturday |
| You told me all about it in your caressing voice |
| Taking me by the arm to go up my slope |
| But the jazz is there unleashed |
| And I don't hear you anymore, I don't hear anything anymore |
| Don't leave me alone, give me your hand |