Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Taka takata ( La femme du Toréro), artist - Joe Dassin. Date of issue: 03.11.2005
Song language: French
Taka takata ( La femme du Toréro)(original) |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata |
| J'entends mon cœur qui bat |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata |
| Au rythme de ses pas |
| La sangria coulait |
| A la feria de Tolède |
| La fille qui dansait |
| M'était montée à la tête |
| Quand un banderillo |
| Me dit: "L'ami, reste calme |
| Prends garde au torero |
| Si tu regardes sa femme" |
| Mais elle s'avance vers moi |
| Et laisse tomber sa rose |
| Avec un billet qui propose |
| Un rendez-vous à l'hacienda |
| On s'était enlacés sous l'oranger |
| Mais la dueña dont c'était le métier |
| Criait " vengeance, aux arènes ! " |
| Le matador trompé |
| Surgit de l'ombre et s'avance |
| Moi, sur mon oranger |
| J'essaie de faire l'orange |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata |
| J'entends mon cœur qui bat |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata |
| Au rythme de ses pas |
| "L'homme, tu vas payer" |
| Dit-il, "voici l'estocade |
| Mes picadors sont prêts |
| Et mon œil noir te regarde" |
| Et c'est depuis ce jour |
| Qu'un toréro me condamme |
| A balayer sa cour |
| Pour l'avoir faite à sa femme. |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata |
| J'entends mon cœur qui bat |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata |
| Au rythme de ses pas |
| (translation) |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| taka takata kata kata |
| I hear my heart beating |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| taka takata kata kata |
| To the rhythm of his steps |
| The sangria was flowing |
| At the Toledo Feria |
| The girl who danced |
| had gone to my head |
| When a banderillo |
| Said to me, "Friend, keep calm |
| Beware of the bullfighter |
| If you look at his wife" |
| But she walks up to me |
| And drops her rose |
| With a ticket that offers |
| A date at the hacienda |
| We hugged under the orange tree |
| But the dueña whose job it was |
| Shouted "revenge, to the arenas!" |
| The deceived matador |
| Emerges from the shadows and advances |
| Me, on my orange tree |
| I try to make the orange |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| taka takata kata kata |
| I hear my heart beating |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| taka takata kata kata |
| To the rhythm of his steps |
| "Man, you're gonna pay" |
| He said, "here's the thrust |
| My picadors are ready |
| And my black eye looks at you" |
| And it's been since that day |
| Let a bullfighter condemn me |
| To sweep his yard |
| For doing it to his wife. |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| taka takata kata kata |
| I hear my heart beating |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| Taka takata kata kata kata |
| taka takata kata kata |
| To the rhythm of his steps |