Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Il jouait du piano debout, artist - France Gall.
Date of issue: 31.01.2005
Record label: Warner Music France
Song language: French
Il jouait du piano debout(original) |
Ne dites pas que ce garçon tait fou |
Il ne vivait pas comme les autres c’est tout |
Et pour quelles raisons tranges |
Les gens qui n’sont pas comme nous |
a nous drange |
Ne dites pas que ce garçon n’vallait rien |
Il avait choisi un autre chemin |
Et pour quelles raisons tranges |
Les gens qui pensent autrement |
a nous drange |
a nous drange |
Il jouait du piano debout |
C’est peut-tre un dtail pour vous |
Mais pour moi a veut dire beaucoup |
a veut dire qu’il tait libre |
Heureux d’tre l malgr tout |
Il jouait du piano debout |
Quand les trouillards sont genoux |
Et les soldats au garde--vous |
Simplement sur ses deux pieds |
Il voulait tre lui vous comprenez |
Il n’y a qu’pour sa musique qu’il tait patriote |
Il serait mort au champ d’honneur pour quelques notes |
Et pour quelles raisons tranges |
Les gens qui tiennent a leur rves |
a nous drange |
Lui et son piano ils pleuraient quelquefois |
Mais c’est quand les autres n’taient pas l Et pour quelles raisons bizarres |
Son image a marqu |
Ma mmoire ma mmoire |
Il jouait du piano debout |
C’est peut-tre un dtail pour vous |
Mais pour moi a veut dire beaucoup |
a veut dire qu’il tait libre |
Heureux d’tre l malgr tout |
Il jouait du piano debout |
Il chantait sur des rythmes fous |
Et pour moi a veut dire beaucoup |
a veut dire essaie de vivre |
Essaie d’tre heureux, a vaut le coup |
Il jouait du piano debout |
C’est peut-tre un dtail pour vous |
Mais pour moi a veut dire beaucoup |
a veut dire qu’il tait libre |
Heureux d’tre l malgr tout |
Il jouait du piano debout |
Quand les trouillards sont genoux |
Et les soldats au garde--vous |
Simplement sur ses deux pieds |
Il voulait tre lui vous comprenez |
Il jouait du piano debout |
(translation) |
Don't say that boy was crazy |
He didn't live like the others, that's all |
And for what strange reasons |
People who are not like us |
bother us |
Don't say that boy was worth nothing |
He had chosen another path |
And for what strange reasons |
People who think otherwise |
bother us |
bother us |
He played the piano standing up |
This may be a detail for you |
But for me it means a lot |
a means he was free |
Happy to be there despite everything |
He played the piano standing up |
When the cowards are on their knees |
And the soldiers to attention |
Just on two feet |
He wanted to be him you understand |
It was only for his music that he was patriotic |
He would have died in the field of honor for a few notes |
And for what strange reasons |
People who hold on to their dreams |
bother us |
He and his piano sometimes wept |
But that's when the others weren't there And for what weird reasons |
His image marked |
my memory my memory |
He played the piano standing up |
This may be a detail for you |
But for me it means a lot |
a means he was free |
Happy to be there despite everything |
He played the piano standing up |
He was singing to crazy beats |
And to me that means a lot |
it means try to live |
Try to be happy, it's worth it |
He played the piano standing up |
This may be a detail for you |
But for me it means a lot |
a means he was free |
Happy to be there despite everything |
He played the piano standing up |
When the cowards are on their knees |
And the soldiers to attention |
Just on two feet |
He wanted to be him you understand |
He played the piano standing up |