Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pas encore, artist - Henri Salvador. Album song Henri Salvador, vol. 3 : Le petit indien 1951-1956, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 29.03.2009
Record label: Frémeaux & Associés
Song language: French
Pas encore(original) |
Il la rencontre, elle sourit, c’est épatant |
Il lui adresse la parole poliment |
Il lui propose un petit tour bien gentiment |
Elle s’envole en disant «Pas encore» |
Il lui achète une bricole, un petit rien |
Puis il l’invite à déjeuner, ça va très bien |
Mais aussitôt qu’il veut aller un peu plus loin |
Elle s’envole en disant «Oh, pas encore !» |
Ils ont dansé toute la nuit |
L’orchestre leur tournait la tête |
Elle était là tout contre lui |
Il commençait à se sentir assez bête |
Il l’a raccompagnée chez elle ce soir-là |
Devant la porte, il l’a serrée entre ses bras |
Elle était folle, elle lui a dit «Monte chez moi» |
Il est parti en disant «Oh, pas encore !» |
Le lendemain, ils se retrouvent comme avant |
Un peu gênés, un peu troublés, pas trop contents |
Elle commence à s’excuser en hésitant |
Mais il l’arrête et lui dit «Pas encore» |
Et il a tiré de sa poche un petit paquet |
Elle l’a ouvert, assez émue, et c'était vrai |
Un anneau d’or qu’il voulait déjà lui passer |
Mais elle a dit «Mon chéri, pas encore» |
Devant le maire, ils sont allés |
Elle avait mis ses yeux pervenche |
Il portait son plus beau complet |
Celui qu’il a quand il fait beau le dimanche |
Sur l’avenue, y avait un soleil de printemps |
Ils sont entrés main dans la main, le cœur battant |
Ils ont fermé la porte de l’appartement |
Et dans ses bras, elle a dit «Maintenant» |
(translation) |
He meets her, she smiles, it's amazing |
He addresses her politely |
He offers her a nice little ride |
She flies away saying "Not yet" |
He buys her a trifle, a little nothing |
Then he invites her to lunch, it's going very well |
But as soon as he wants to go a little further |
She flies away saying "Oh, not yet!" |
They danced all night |
The orchestra turned their heads |
She was right there against him |
He was starting to feel pretty dumb |
He walked her home that night |
Outside the door, he hugged her |
She was crazy, she told him "Come up to my house" |
He left saying "Oh, not yet!" |
The next day they meet again as before |
A little embarrassed, a little troubled, not too happy |
She begins to apologize hesitantly |
But he stops her and says "Not yet" |
And he took a small packet out of his pocket |
She opened it, quite moved, and it was true |
A golden ring that he already wanted to pass her |
But she said "Honey, not yet" |
In front of the mayor they went |
She had put her periwinkle eyes |
He wore his best suit |
The one he has when the weather is nice on Sunday |
On the avenue there was a spring sun |
They walked in hand in hand with beating hearts |
They closed the apartment door |
And in his arms she said "Now" |