Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mom Legionnaire, artist - Édith Piaf. Album song The Early Years, Volume 2 (1937-1938), in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 23.09.1996
Record label: DRG
Song language: French
Mom Legionnaire(original) |
Il avait de grands yeux très clairs |
Où parfois passaient des éclairs |
Comme au ciel passent les orages |
Il était plein de tatouages |
Que j’ai jamais très bien compris |
Son cou portait «Pas vu, pas pris» |
Sur son coeur on lisait «Personne» |
Sur son bras droit un mot: «Raisonne» |
J’sais pas son nom, je n’sais rien de lui |
Il m’a aimée toute la nuit, mon légionnaire |
Et me laissant à mon destin |
Il est parti dans le matin, plein de lumière |
Il était mince il était beau |
Il sentait bon le sable chaud, mon légionnaire |
Y’avait du soleil sur son front |
Qui mettait dans ses cheveux blonds de la lumière |
Bonheur perdu, bonheur enfui |
Toujours je pense à cette nuit |
Et l’envie de sa peau me ronge |
Parfois je pleure et puis je songe |
Que lorsque j'étais sur mon coeur |
J’aurais dû crier mon bonheur |
Mais je n’ai rien osé lui dire |
J’avais peur de le voir sourire |
On l’a trouvé dans le désert |
Il avait ses beaux yeux ouverts |
Dans le ciel passaient des nuages |
Il a montré ses tatouages |
En souriant et il a dit |
Montrant son cou, «Pas vu, pas pris» |
Montrant son coeur, «Ici, personne» |
Il ne savait pas, je lui pardonne |
Je rêvais pourtant que le destin |
Me ramènerait un beau matin, mon légionnaire |
Qu’on s’en irait loin tous les deux |
Dans quelque pays merveilleux, plein de lumière |
Il était mince il était beau |
Il sentait bon le sable chaud, mon légionnaire |
Y’avait du soleil sur son front |
Qui mettait dans ses cheveux blonds de la lumière |
(translation) |
He had big, very clear eyes |
where lightning sometimes passed |
As in the sky pass the storms |
He was full of tattoos |
That I never really understood |
Her neck wore 'Not seen, not taken' |
On his heart it read "Nobody" |
On his right arm a word: "Reason" |
I don't know his name, I don't know anything about him |
He loved me all night, my legionnaire |
And leaving me to my fate |
He left in the morning, full of light |
He was thin he was handsome |
He smelled of hot sand, my legionnaire |
There was sun on his brow |
Who put light in her blond hair |
Lost happiness, lost happiness |
Still I think about that night |
And the craving for his skin eats at me |
Sometimes I cry and then I dream |
Than when I was on my heart |
I should have shouted my happiness |
But I didn't dare say anything to him |
I was afraid to see him smile |
We found it in the desert |
He had his beautiful eyes open |
In the sky passed clouds |
He showed off his tattoos |
Smiling and he said |
Showing her neck, "Not seen, not taken" |
Showing his heart, "Here, no one" |
He didn't know, I forgive him |
Yet I dreamed that fate |
Would bring me back one fine morning, my legionnaire |
That we would both go far |
In some wonderful land, full of light |
He was thin he was handsome |
He smelled of hot sand, my legionnaire |
There was sun on his brow |
Who put light in her blond hair |