Lyrics of Le Petit Monsieur Triste Llm (Piste 14) - Édith Piaf

Le Petit Monsieur Triste Llm (Piste 14) (original)

Le petit monsieur triste
Qui ne sort que la nuit
A de tr?
S gros ennuis
Mais c’est un?
Go?
Ste:
Il les garde pour lui
Et tous les gros ennuis
Du petit monsieur triste
Le suivent dans la nuit
Courent derri?
Re lui
Galopent sur la piste
Du petit monsieur triste
Qui a des tas d’ennuis
Le petit monsieur triste
A beaucoup de chagrin
Sa femme aimait Chopin
Lui n'?
Tait pas pianiste
Et le regrettait bien
Or, sa femme, un matin
Suivit un grand pianiste
Qui jouait du Chopin
Pour faire du chagrin
Au petit monsieur triste
Qui n'?
Tait pas pianiste
Et le regrettait bien
Alors, m?
Lancolique
Et le c?
Ur tout meurtri
Il ramena chez lui
Un piano m?
Canique
Pour calmer ses ennuis
Et puis il revendit
Cette bo?
Te?
Musique
Qui faisait trop de bruit
Et jouait dans la nuit
Comme une m?
Canique
Des airs m?
Lancoliques
Qui doublaient ses ennuis
Le petit monsieur triste
Qui ne sort que la nuit
Car le sommeil le fuit
Boit seul, en?
Go?
Ste
Pour noyer ses ennuis
Il boit toute la nuit
Le petit monsieur triste
Puis il rentre chez lui
Et, seul, dans son grand lit
Le petit monsieur triste
Are?
Ve qu’il est pianiste
Et qu’il n’a plus d’ennuis
Il are?
Ve d’un joli piano
Sur lequel il ferait des gammes
De belles gammes pour sa femme:
Do are?
Mi Fa Sol La Si Do
Dodo

(translation)

The sad little gentleman
Who only comes out at night
A de tr?
S big trouble
But is it a?
Go?
Ste:
He keeps them to himself
And all the big trouble
Of the sad little gentleman
Follow him in the night
Run behind?
Re him
Gallop on the track
Of the sad little gentleman
Who's in a lot of trouble
The sad little gentleman
Has much sorrow
His wife loved Chopin
He doesn't
Wasn't a pianist
And regretted it
Now, his wife, one morning
Followed a great pianist
Who played Chopin
To cause sorrow
To the sad little gentleman
Who does?
Wasn't a pianist
And regretted it
So, m?
lancolic
And the c?
Ur all bruised
He took home
A piano m?
canic
To calm his troubles
And then he sold
This bo?
You?
Music
Who made too much noise
And played in the night
Like a m?
canic
Airs m?
lancolic
Which doubled his troubles
The sad little gentleman
Who only comes out at night
Because sleep escapes him
Drinks alone, in?
Go?
Ste
To drown his troubles
He drinks all night
The sad little gentleman
Then he goes home
And, alone, in his big bed
The sad little gentleman
Are?
See he's a pianist
And he's out of trouble
He are?
Ve of a pretty piano
On which he would do scales
Beautiful ranges for his wife:
Do are?
Mi Fa Sol La Si Do
Dodo