Lyrics of Mariages - Édith Piaf

Mariages (original)

Six heures, Place de la Trinit?,
Quand le coup de feu a claqu?
Juste en face du petit caf?.
La dame qui avait tir?
Regardait d’un air?
tonn?
L’homme en gris qui?
tait tomb?.
On ajouta un num?
ro
Sur le registre de bureau
Du commissariat de police.
La dame, elle ne veut pas parler
Et quand le juge est fatigu?,
Elle bavarde avec son pass…
Dire que tout?
a a commenc?
En m?
me temps qu’un soleil d'?t?
Qui avait l’air fait pour durer
Et le soleil s'?tait pos?
Sur un jeune homme en gris fonc?
Qui avait l’air fait pour danser.
Alors, bien s?
r, elle a vals?
Et puis apr?
s, l’a embrass?
Il n’en faut pas plus pour aimer.
On ajouta un num?
ro
Sur le registre de bureau
De la mairie du quatorzi?
me.
Alors, tout devient merveilleux.
Dans les beaux r?
ves, on ne fait pas mieux.
La dame, elle en ferme les yeux.
Elle revoit, elle revoit
Le seul jour de da vie, je crois
O?
elle a fait un signe de croix
Car tout?
tait miraculeux.
L'?glise chantait rien que pour eux
Et m?
me le pauvre?
tait heureux.
C’est l’amour qui faisait sa tourn?
e
Et, de l?-haut,?
toutes vol?
es
Les cloches criaient: «Vive la mari?
e !»
Sonnez, sonnez, carillonnez !
S’il a jur?
fid?
lit?,
Il a menti, le bien-aim?.
Sonnez, sonnez, carillonnez !
Il a jur?
fid?
lit?
Il a menti, le bien-aim…
Carillonnez …

(translation)

Six o'clock, Place de la Trinit?,
When the shot rang out?
Right in front of the small caf?.
The lady who shot?
Looked with a look?
thunder?
The man in gray who?
had fallen?
Did we add a number?
ro
On the office register
From the police station.
The lady, she won't talk
And when the judge is tired?,
She talks about her past…
Say that all?
did it start?
In m?
me time that a summer sun?
Which seemed made to last
And the sun had set
On a young man in dark gray?
Who looked made for dancing.
So, of course
r, she vals?
And then after?
s, kissed him?
It doesn't take more to love.
Did we add a number?
ro
On the office register
From the fourteenth town hall?
me.
Then everything becomes wonderful.
In the beautiful r?
Well, we don't do better.
The lady, she closes her eyes.
She sees again, she sees again
The only day of my life, I believe
Where?
she made the sign of the cross
Because all?
was miraculous.
The church sang just for them
And M?
me the poor?
was happy.
Is it love taking its turn?
and
And, from above,?
all theft?
are
The bells were shouting, "Vive la mari?
e!”
Ring, ring, chime!
If he swore?
fid?
bed?,
He lied, beloved?.
Ring, ring, chime!
He swore?
fid?
bed?
He lied, beloved...
Chime…