Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le Fiacre (The Cab), artist - Jean Sablon. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: French
Le Fiacre (The Cab)(original) |
| Un fiacre allait, trottinant, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Un fiacre allait, trottinant, |
| Jaune, avec un cocher blanc. |
| Derrièr' les stores baissés, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Derrièr' les stores baissés |
| On entendait des baisers. |
| Puis un' voix disant: «Léon ! |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Puis un' voix disant: «Léon ! |
| Pour … causer, ôt' ton lorgnon !» |
| Un vieux monsieur qui passait, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Un vieux monsieur qui passait, |
| S'écri': «Mais on dirait qu’c’est |
| Ma femme avec un quidam ! |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Ma femme avec un quidam ! |
| «I' s’lanc' sur le macadam'. |
| Mais i' gliss' su' l' sol mouillé, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Mais i' gliss' su' l' sol mouillé, |
| Crac ! |
| il est écrabouillé. |
| Du fiacre un' dam' sort et dit: |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Du fiacre un' dam' sort et dit: |
| «Chouett', Léon ! |
| C’est mon mari ! |
| Y a plus besoin d' nous cacher, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop là ! |
| Y a plus besoin d' nous cacher. |
| Donn' donc cent sous au cocher ! |
| " |
| (translation) |
| A horse-drawn carriage went trotting along, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| A horse-drawn carriage went trotting along, |
| Yellow, with a white tick. |
| Behind the lowered blinds, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| Behind the lowered blinds |
| You could hear kisses. |
| Then a voice saying: “Leon! |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| Then a voice saying: “Leon! |
| To … talk, take off your eyeglasses!” |
| An old gentleman passing by, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| An old gentleman passing by, |
| Screams: "But it seems like it's |
| My wife with a guy! |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| My wife with a guy! |
| “I'm going on the tarmac. |
| But I slipped on the wet ground, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| But I slipped on the wet ground, |
| Crack! |
| he's crushed. |
| From the cab a 'dam' comes out and says: |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| From the cab a 'dam' comes out and says: |
| “Nice, Leon! |
| It is my husband ! |
| There's no need for us to hide anymore, |
| Cahin, caha, |
| Hu, dia, hop there! |
| There's no need to hide anymore. |
| Give a hundred sous to the coachman! |
| " |