Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ding din dong, artist - Édith Piaf.
Date of issue: 27.02.2010
Song language: French
Ding din dong(original) |
Quand il naquit, son p? |
Re sa m? |
Re |
Depuis longtemps, ne s’aimaient plus |
? |
A fait qu’il arriva sur terre |
Un peu comme un enfant perdu |
Quand on est m? |
Me,? |
A vous d? |
Go? |
Te |
De ne jamais rire de tout son c? |
Ur |
Alors, tr? |
S jeune, il prit la route |
Et s’enfuit chercher le bonheur |
Ding Din Dong, chantons sa plainte |
Ding Din Dong, chantons-la donc |
Il chercha dans la solitude |
Il chercha aussi dans le bruit |
De chercher, ayant l’habitude |
Quand il le trouva, il s’enfuit |
Puis il aima, elle? |
Tait blonde |
Elle l’aimait bien, oui mais voil?: |
Elle se donnait? |
Tout le monde |
Il la battit puis s’en alla |
Il se dit: «Les blondes sont volages |
Mais les cheveux noirs c’est plus s? |
Rieux. |
«Il prit un brune, promit mariage |
Pensant qu’cette fois il s’rait heureux |
Au bout de cinq? |
Six semaines |
Elle s’ennuyait? |
La maison |
«Vraiment», dit-il, «je n’ai pas d’veine |
Elle a pourtant pas les ch’veux blonds. |
" |
Il ne savait pas que les femmes |
? |
A n’aime pas l’bonheur quotidien |
Et l’pauvre gar? |
On s’torturait l'? |
Me: |
«Mais j’l’aime… mon Dieu… Ah que j’l’aime bien.» |
Et, mordu par la jalousie |
Y n’savait plus que s’lamenter |
«On va m’la prendre, elle est jolie.» |
Alors il voulut la tuer |
Mais elle? |
Tait vraiment fid? |
Le |
Il l’aimait tant qu’il pr? |
F? |
Ra |
Se faire sauter la cervelle |
Il en mourut et puis voil? |
Si cette histoire vous fait rire |
C’est que vous n’avez rien compris |
Il cherchait le bonheur, le pire |
Est qu’il trouva la mort, tant pis… |
Ding Din Dong, finit sa plainte… |
Ding Din Dong, et Ding et Dong… |
(translation) |
When he was born, his p? |
Re sa m? |
D |
For a long time, no longer loved each other |
? |
Caused him to come to earth |
Kind of like a lost child |
When we're m? |
Me,? |
Do you have |
Go? |
You |
To never laugh with all your heart? |
Ur |
So, tr? |
As a young man he hit the road |
And ran away to seek happiness |
Ding Din Dong, let's sing his complaint |
Ding Din Dong, let's sing it |
He searched in loneliness |
He also searched in the noise |
To search, having the habit |
When he found it, he fled |
Then he loved her? |
was blonde |
She liked him, yes, but here it is?: |
She gave herself? |
Everyone |
He beat her then walked away |
He said to himself, "Blondes are flighty |
But black hair is safer? |
Rieux. |
"He took a brunette, promised marriage |
Thinking that this time he would be happy |
After five? |
Six weeks |
Was she bored? |
The House |
"Really", he said, "I have no luck |
She doesn't have blonde hair though. |
" |
He didn't know that women |
? |
A does not like daily happiness |
And the poor guy? |
We were torturing ourselves? |
Me: |
"But I love him... my God... Ah I love him." |
And, bitten by jealousy |
He only knew how to lament |
"We'll take her, she's pretty." |
So he wanted to kill her |
But she? |
Was really fid? |
the |
He loved her so much that he pr? |
F? |
Ra |
Blow your brains out |
He died of it and then voila? |
If this story makes you laugh |
It's that you didn't understand anything |
He was looking for happiness, the worst |
Is that he found death, too bad... |
Ding Din Dong, finish his complaint... |
Ding Din Dong, and Ding and Dong... |