Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolfgang Et Moi, artist - Marie-Paule Belle. Album song Heritage - Olympia 1978, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Decca Records France
Song language: French
Wolfgang Et Moi(original) |
| C’est fini la sourdine |
| Je rue dans les brancards |
| Je suis Léopoldine |
| La sœur de Mozart |
| Et comme la renommée |
| N’est pas un boomerang |
| Je n’aurais pas dû le laisser signer |
| Wolfgang |
| Wolfgang et moi |
| Ça n’allait pas tout seul |
| Il était fort en gueule |
| Moi sur la clef de fa |
| Fafafafa… |
| Wolfgang et moi |
| On s’aimait bien quand même |
| Lui était fort à bras |
| Moi j'étais forte en thème |
| Aujourd’hui sous son nom |
| Mes œuvres sont jouées |
| Tout ça parce que je n’osais |
| Pas lui dire non |
| Quand il passait son temps |
| À jouer à la poupée |
| Pendant que j'écrivais ses symphonies |
| Bidon |
| Wolfgang et moi |
| C'était comme chien et chat |
| Il faisait l’joli cœur |
| Avec mes droits d’auteur |
| Teur teur teur teur… |
| Wolfgang et moi |
| C'était pas rigolo |
| Et de nos éclats d’voix |
| Il naquit Figaro |
| Et patati patata |
| Et patati patata… |
| Quand papa recevait |
| Les marquises au clavecin |
| Wolfgang leur racontait |
| Des bluettes et des trucs |
| Ses fourberies à lui |
| Valaient deux cents Scapin |
| Et moi je m’faisais suer |
| À finir la marche turque… |
| Wolfgang et moi |
| C'était le bon vieux temps |
| Il jouait les Don Juan |
| Moi je le composais |
| Zézézézézé… |
| Mais cette fois |
| Ou j’fais l’tube de la s’maine |
| Ou j’dis qu’le requiem |
| Il est de Beethoven |
| Ou j’dis qu’le requiem |
| Il est de Beethoven |
| De Beethoven de Beethoven… |
| (translation) |
| It's over the mute |
| I kick in the stretchers |
| I am Leopoldine |
| Mozart's sister |
| And as fame |
| Is not a boomerang |
| I shouldn't have let him sign |
| Wolfgang |
| Wolfgang and me |
| It wasn't going on its own |
| He was loud-mouthed |
| Me on bass clef |
| Fafafafa… |
| Wolfgang and me |
| We still loved each other |
| He was strong in arms |
| I was strong in theme |
| Today under his name |
| My works are played |
| All because I didn't dare |
| Don't tell her no |
| When he spent his time |
| To play with the doll |
| While I was writing his symphonies |
| Can |
| Wolfgang and me |
| It was like dog and cat |
| He was the pretty heart |
| With my copyright |
| ur ur ur ur… |
| Wolfgang and me |
| it was not funny |
| And our outbursts of voice |
| He was born Figaro |
| And patati patata |
| And patati patata… |
| When dad received |
| The Marquises at the Harpsichord |
| Wolfgang told them |
| bluettes and stuff |
| His own trickery |
| Were worth two hundred Scapin |
| And I was sweating |
| To finish the Turkish March... |
| Wolfgang and me |
| It was the good old days |
| He played the Don Juans |
| I was composing it |
| Zezezezeze… |
| But this time |
| Or I do the tube of the week |
| Or I say that the requiem |
| He is by Beethoven |
| Or I say that the requiem |
| He is by Beethoven |
| From Beethoven from Beethoven… |