Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Un Étranger, artist - Édith Piaf. Album song Platinum, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 16.08.2007
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: French
Un Étranger(original) |
Il avait un air trs doux, |
Des yeux rveurs un peu fous |
Aux lueurs tranges. |
Comme bien des gars du Nord, |
Dans ses cheveux un peu d’or, |
Un sourire d’ange. |
J’allais passer sans le voir |
Mais quand il m’a dit bonsoir |
D’une voix chantante, |
J’ai compris que, ce soir-l, |
Malgr la pluie et le froid, |
Je serais contente. |
Il avait un regard trs doux. |
Il venait de je ne sais o. |
D’o viens-tu? |
Quel est ton nom? |
Le navire est ma maison. |
La mer mon village. |
Mon nom, nul ne le saura. |
Je suis simplement un gars |
Ardent l’ouvrage |
Et si j’ai le cur trop lourd, |
Donne-moi donc un peu d’amour, |
Espoir de caresses. |
Et moi, fille au cur blas, |
J’ai senti, sous ses baisers, |
Une ardente ivresse. |
Il avait un regard trs doux |
Il venait de je ne sais o. |
Simplement, sans boniments, |
J’aimais mon nouvel amant, |
Mon poux d’une heure. |
Comme bien des malheureux, |
Il croyait lire en mes yeux |
La femme qu’on pleure |
Et, follement, j’esprais |
Qu’au matin, il me dirait |
Suis-moi je t’emmne. |
J’aurais dit oui, je le sens, |
Mais il a fui, me laissant |
Rive ma chane. |
Il avait un regard trs doux. |
Il venait de je ne sais o. |
J’ai rv de l’tranger |
Et, le cur tout drang |
Par les cigarettes, |
Par l’alcool et le cafard, |
Son souvenir chaque soir |
M’a tourn la tte |
Mais on dit que, prs du port, |
On a repch le corps |
D’un gars de marine |
Qui, par l’amour dlaiss, |
Ne trouva pour le bercer |
Que la mer cline. |
Il avait un regard trs doux. |
Il s’en allait je ne sais o |
(translation) |
He looked very sweet, |
Kinda crazy dreamy eyes |
With strange lights. |
Like many northern lads, |
In her hair a little gold, |
An angel's smile. |
I was going to pass without seeing it |
But when he said good evening to me |
In a singing voice, |
I understood that, that evening, |
Despite the rain and the cold, |
I would be happy. |
He had a very sweet look. |
He came from I don't know where. |
Where are you from? |
What is your name? |
The ship is my home. |
The sea my village. |
My name no one will know. |
I'm just a guy |
Ardent the work |
And if my heart is too heavy, |
So give me some love, |
Hope for hugs. |
And I, girl with a blas heart, |
I felt, under his kisses, |
A fiery intoxication. |
He had a very sweet look |
He came from I don't know where. |
Simply, without sales pitches, |
I loved my new lover, |
My one hour lice. |
Like many unfortunate people, |
He thought he read my eyes |
The woman we mourn |
And, madly, I hoped |
That in the morning he would tell me |
Follow me, I'll take you. |
I would have said yes, I feel it, |
But he fled, leaving me |
Live my chain. |
He had a very sweet look. |
He came from I don't know where. |
I dreamed of abroad |
And, the whole heart |
by cigarettes, |
By liquor and cockroach, |
Her memory every night |
Turned my head |
But they say that near the port, |
We repch the body |
From a navy guy |
Who, by the love forsaken, |
Didn't find to rock it |
Let the sea tilt. |
He had a very sweet look. |
He was leaving I don't know where |