Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contrebandiers, artist - Édith Piaf. Album song Les trois cloches, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 07.10.2012
Record label: Puzzle
Song language: French
Contrebandiers(original) |
Il? |
Tait n? |
Sur la fronti? |
Re |
L?-haut dans le Nord o? |
C’qu’y a du vent |
Contrebandier tout comme son p? |
Re |
Il avait la fraud' dans le sang |
Il attendait les nuits sans lune |
— Quand il fait sombre, on passe bien mieux. |
- |
Pour s’faufiler par les grandes dunes |
O? |
L’vent de la mer nous pique les yeux |
Oh?, la douane! |
Oh?, les gabelous! |
L? |
Chez tous les chiens |
Et puis planquez-vous |
Au fond de vos cabanes |
Regardez sur la dune |
L’homme qui passe l?-bas |
Il est pourtant seul |
Mais vous n’l’aurez pas |
Il s’fout d’la douane |
Au fond de vos cabanes |
Allez, planquez-vous |
Et l? |
Chez les chiens |
Oh?, les gabelous! |
Oh?, la douane! |
Quand il avait rien d’autre? |
Faire |
Les nuits o? |
Qu’il faisait trop clair |
Il changeait les poteaux fronti? |
Res |
Et foutait le monde? |
L’envers |
Ou bien, d’autres fois, en plein passage |
Quand il avait bu un bon coup |
Il poussait de vrais cris sauvages |
Et v’l? |
Qu’je passe d? |
P? |
Chez-vous |
Oh?, la douane! |
Oh?, les gabelous! |
L? |
Chez tous les chiens |
Et puis planquez-vous |
Au fond de vos cabanes |
Regardez sur la dune |
L’homme qui passe l?-bas |
C’est moi, moi tout seul |
Mais vous n’m’aurez pas |
J’me fous d’la douane |
Au fond de vos cabanes |
Allez, planquez-vous |
Et l? |
Chez les chiens |
Oh?, les gabelous! |
Oh?, la douane! |
Il pouvait pas s’mettre dans la t? |
Te |
Qu’la loi des hommes, c’est tr? |
S s? |
Rieux |
C'? |
Tait comme une sorte de po? |
Te |
Et ces types-l?, c’est dangereux |
Alors une nuit qu’y avait d’la lune |
Qu’y baladait pour son plaisir |
Ils l’ont? |
Tendu sur la dune |
A coup d’fusil pour en finir |
Oh?, la douane! |
Oh?, les gabelous! |
Planquez tous vos chiens |
Et puis amenez-vous |
Du fond de vos cabanes |
C’est d’la belle ouvrage |
Seulement, ce soir |
Ce n'? |
Tait qu’un homme |
Il travaillait pas |
T’entends, la douane? |
Alors, fallait pas… |
Et puis planquez-vous |
Au fond de vos cabanes |
Oh?, les gabelous! |
Oh?, la douane! |
(translation) |
He? |
Was n? |
On the fronti? |
D |
Up in the North where? |
It's windy |
Smuggler just like his p? |
D |
He had fraud in his blood |
He waited for moonless nights |
"When it's dark, it's much better." |
- |
To sneak through the big dunes |
Where? |
The sea wind stings our eyes |
Oh? Customs! |
Oh?, the tax collectors! |
L? |
In all dogs |
And then hide |
Deep in your cabins |
Look on the dune |
The man who passes by |
Yet he is alone |
But you won't get it |
He doesn't care about customs |
Deep in your cabins |
Come on, hide |
And the |
In dogs |
Oh?, the tax collectors! |
Oh? Customs! |
When he had nothing else? |
Do |
The nights where |
It was too bright |
He was changing the fronti posts? |
Res |
And fuck the world? |
upside down |
Or, other times, in full transit |
When he had a good drink |
He was screaming real wild cries |
And here? |
What am I going through? |
P? |
Your house |
Oh? Customs! |
Oh?, the tax collectors! |
L? |
In all dogs |
And then hide |
Deep in your cabins |
Look on the dune |
The man who passes by |
It's me, me alone |
But you won't get me |
I don't care about customs |
Deep in your cabins |
Come on, hide |
And the |
In dogs |
Oh?, the tax collectors! |
Oh? Customs! |
He couldn't get in the t? |
You |
That the law of men is tr? |
S s? |
Rieux |
VS'? |
Was like some kind of po? |
You |
And these guys are dangerous |
So one night when there was moonlight |
Who wandered there for his pleasure |
They got it? |
Stretched on the dune |
With a gun to end it |
Oh? Customs! |
Oh?, the tax collectors! |
Hide all your dogs |
And then bring you |
From the bottom of your cabins |
It's beautiful work |
Only tonight |
This does not |
Just a man |
He wasn't working |
Do you hear customs? |
So, shouldn't... |
And then hide |
Deep in your cabins |
Oh?, the tax collectors! |
Oh? Customs! |