Lyrics of Les Amants de Venise - Édith Piaf, Robert Chauvigny

Les Amants de Venise (original)

Elle lui disait: «On se croirait Venise
O les ruisseaux dbordaient d’une eau grise…»
Comme il pleuvait… Comme il pleuvait…
Elle lui disait: «On se croirait en gondole
J’entends ton coeur qui joue sa barcarole»
Comme il pleuvait… Comme il pleuvait…
Ils taient l, blottis dans leur roulotte
Avec la nuit et l’orage la porte
Elle lui disait: «On se croirait Venise.»
Il rpondait: «Mais on est Venise!»
Comme ils s’aimaient… Comme ils s’aimaient…
Voici les feux scintillant par centaines
La jolie nuit bariole de lanternes
Ferme les yeux…
Tu verras mieux…
Mais on ne voyait qu’un pauvre rverbre
Qui n’clairait mme pas leur misre
Et tout l-bas, au coin de la rue
Une petite plaque d’un bleu pli
O l’on voyait, crit dessus:
«Porte d’Italie»…
La-la-la…

(translation)

She said to him, "It feels like Venice
Where the streams overflowed with gray water..."
As it was raining... As it was raining...
She said to him, "It feels like a gondola
I hear your heart playing its barcarole"
As it was raining... As it was raining...
They were there, huddled in their trailer
With the night and the storm the door
She said to him, "It feels like Venice."
He replied, "But we are Venice!"
How they loved each other... how they loved each other...
Here are the fires flickering by the hundreds
The pretty motley night of lanterns
Close your eyes…
You'll see better...
But we only saw a poor street lamp
Who didn't even light up their misery
And all over there, around the corner
A small plate of a blue fold
Where we saw, written on it:
"Gateway to Italy"...
La-la-la…