Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les Vendredis, artist - Julien Clerc. Album song Julien Clerc (Premier Album) (.), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 02.03.1969
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: French
Les Vendredis(original) |
| Je faisais partie |
| Du cercle des amis |
| Qui se tenait le vendredi |
| Quand le couvert était mis, était mis |
| Nous parlions de Chopin |
| De son curieux destin |
| Et des autres salons voisins |
| A l’ennui trop malsain, trop malsain |
| Et le jeune pianiste jouait |
| Tout ce qu’il voulait |
| Sauf l’envolée des walkyries |
| Qui faisait trop de bruit, trop de bruit |
| Il y avait là |
| Quelques femmes du monde |
| Et un peintre parfois connu |
| Qui faisait rire son monde, rire son monde |
| On aimait les cartes des jeux |
| Entre nous bien entendu |
| Et l’on ne trichait plus |
| Chacun se croyait heureux, croyait heureux |
| Et le jeune pianiste jouait |
| Tout ce qu’il pouvait |
| Sauf le Prélude Attristant |
| Qui navrait trop de gens, trop de gens |
| Il y avait toujours |
| Quelque chose à fêter |
| Tout au long de l’année |
| Les occasions étaient bonnes, étaient bonnes |
| L’alcool était meilleur |
| La maison était chaude |
| Nous partions pour ailleurs |
| Dans le matin souillé, matin souillé |
| Et le jeune pianiste dormait |
| La tête sur son clavier |
| Surpris par le sommeil |
| Au crépuscule des dieux, des dieux, des dieux |
| (translation) |
| I was part |
| From the circle of friends |
| Who stood on Friday |
| When the table was set, was set |
| We were talking about Chopin |
| Of his curious fate |
| And other nearby lounges |
| To boredom too unhealthy, too unhealthy |
| And the young pianist was playing |
| All he wanted |
| Except the flight of the Valkyries |
| That made too much noise, too much noise |
| There was there |
| Some women of the world |
| And a painter sometimes known |
| Who made his world laugh, his world laugh |
| We liked the game cards |
| Between us of course |
| And we weren't cheating anymore |
| Everyone thought they were happy, thought they were happy |
| And the young pianist was playing |
| All he could |
| Except the Sad Prelude |
| That hurt too many people, too many people |
| There was always |
| something to celebrate |
| Throughout the year |
| Chances were good, were good |
| Alcohol was better |
| The house was warm |
| We were leaving for somewhere else |
| In the filthy morning, filthy morning |
| And the young pianist was sleeping |
| Head on his keyboard |
| Surprised by sleep |
| In the twilight of the gods, gods, gods |