Translation of the song lyrics Don Juan - Gilbert Bécaud

Don Juan (original)

Finie la mascarade
Et bien fini le joli cœur
Car Don Juan, Don Juan est malade
Mais Don Juan se meurt
Élodie, Christine et Sylvie
Dolorès et la Lolita
Pour compter les femmes de sa vie
Il n’a plus assez de ses doigts
Sylvie, Christine et caetera, olé, olé
Élodie, Christine et Sylvie
L’abandonnent en ce triste jour
Lui, Don Juan, qui leur a appris
Les évangiles de l’amour
Ingratitude et vilenies
Olé!
Olé!
Demain les maris de la ville
Pourront dormir tranquilles
Car Don Juan, Don Juan, Don Juan sera parti
Mais la nuit son fantôme énorme
Hantera les femmes qui dorment
Dans les bras de leur mari
Élodie, Christine et Sylvie
Il entend, sortant de l'école
Des enfants qui poussent des cris
Et le rebut d’une Espagnole
Avoir un fils criant aussi, olé, olé
Demain, les maris de la ville
Pourront dormir tranquilles
Car Don Juan, Don Juan ne sera plus
Ils pourront, devant leurs tisanes
Contempler leurs honnêtes femmes
Sans craindre pour leur vertu
Allez me chercher Lolita, Élodie, Christine et Sylvie
Je ne veux pas mourir comme ça
J’ai encore bien assez de vie
Pour les tromper toutes à la fois, olé
Il n’aura pas de médaille
Pourtant l’histoire dira de lui
Il est mort sur son champ de bataille
Chœurs, son chant de bataille
Son, lit!
Olé!

Don Juan (translation)

The masquerade is over
And well finished the pretty heart
Because Don Juan, Don Juan is sick
But Don Juan is dying
Elodie, Christine and Sylvie
Dolores and the Lolita
To count the women in his life
He doesn't have enough of his fingers
Sylvie, Christine et cetera, olé, olé
Elodie, Christine and Sylvie
Forsake her on this sad day
He, Don Juan, who taught them
The Gospels of Love
Ingratitude and Villainy
Ole!
Ole!
Tomorrow Husbands of the City
Can sleep peacefully
Because Don Juan, Don Juan, Don Juan will be gone
But at night his huge ghost
Will haunt sleeping women
In the arms of their husband
Elodie, Christine and Sylvie
He hears, coming out of school
Children screaming
And the scum of a Spaniard
Have a son screaming too, olé, olé
Tomorrow Husbands in Town
Can sleep peacefully
'Cause Don Juan, Don Juan will be no more
They will be able, in front of their herbal teas
Contemplate their honest wives
Without fearing for their virtue
Go get me Lolita, Élodie, Christine and Sylvie
I don't want to die like this
I still have enough life
To fool them all at once, ole
He won't get a medal
Yet history will say of him
He died on his battlefield
Backing vocals, his battle song
Her bed!
Ole!