Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Valse Sans Joie (Sur Une Connine), artist - Édith Piaf. Album song The Early Years, Volume 3 (1938-1945), in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 14.10.1996
Record label: DRG
Song language: French
La Valse Sans Joie (Sur Une Connine)(original) |
Je voudrais? |
Tre sur une colline |
O? |
L’on respire un air miraculeux |
O? |
Le vent ti? |
De, en passant, vous c? |
Line |
O? |
L’horizon se confond dans le bleu |
Ici tout est fum? |
E |
Tout est gris, tout est maisons |
Et les douleurs pass? |
Es |
Stagnent toutes en ma prison |
Chaque pierre raconte une histoire |
Une histoire triste? |
Mourir |
Et de tout petits drames sans gloire |
O? |
L’on pleure des souvenirs |
Je voudrais? |
Tre sur une colline |
O? |
L’on respire un air miraculeux |
O? |
Le vent ti? |
De, en passant, vous c? |
Line |
O? |
L’horizon se confond dans le bleu |
J’inscris des chiffres tristes |
Sur un grand registre blanc |
Et dans ce d? |
Cor triste |
Il y en a qui sont contents |
Mais mon coeur y connait le martyre |
J’ai besoin d’espace a? |
Are? |
Et le bruit des machines?? |
Crire |
Me tourmente jusqu'? |
Pleurer |
Je voudrais? |
Tre pr? |
S d’une rivi? |
Re |
O? |
Le soleil fait des reflets tremblants |
Sur l’herbe verte au bord d’une clairi? |
Re |
Tandis qu’au ciel passent des flocons blancs |
Je sais que l’on peut vivre |
Loin des villes, loin des rues |
J’ai lu dans bien des livres |
Ce que je n’ai pas connu |
Je voudrais qu’une fi? |
Vre m’emporte |
Et m’emm? |
Ne pour quelque temps |
Et parfois je voudrais? |
Tre morte |
Enterr? |
E, au milieu des champs |
Je voudrais? |
Tre sur une colline |
Ame sans corps dans l’air miraculeux |
Flottant au gr? |
De la brise c? |
Line |
Vers l’horizon qui se fond dans le bleu |
(translation) |
I would like? |
Being on a hill |
Where? |
We breathe miraculous air |
Where? |
The wind ti? |
Of, by the way, you c? |
Line |
Where? |
The horizon merges into the blue |
Here everything is smoked? |
E |
Everything is grey, everything is houses |
And the pains pass? |
Is |
All stagnate in my prison |
Each stone tells a story |
A sad story? |
To die |
And tiny inglorious dramas |
Where? |
We cry memories |
I would like? |
Being on a hill |
Where? |
We breathe miraculous air |
Where? |
The wind ti? |
Of, by the way, you c? |
Line |
Where? |
The horizon merges into the blue |
I write sad numbers |
On a large white ledger |
And in this d? |
sad horn |
There are those who are happy |
But my heart knows martyrdom there |
I need space a? |
Are? |
And the noise of the machines?? |
shout |
Torments me until |
Weep |
I would like? |
Very close? |
S of a rivi? |
D |
Where? |
The sun makes quivering reflections |
On the green grass at the edge of a clearing? |
D |
While in the sky pass white flakes |
I know we can live |
Far from the cities, far from the streets |
I have read in many books |
What I didn't know |
I would like a fi? |
Vre take me away |
And um? |
Don't for a while |
And sometimes I would? |
very dead |
Buried? |
E, in the middle of the fields |
I would like? |
Being on a hill |
Soul without a body in the miraculous air |
Floating by |
From the breeze it? |
Line |
Towards the horizon that fades into blue |