Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ce lundi-là, artist - Michel Delpech. Album song Delpech inventaires - les 100 plus belles chansons, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 06.07.2015
Record label: Capitol Music France
Song language: French
Ce lundi-là(original) |
Quand il est descendu pour acheter des cigarettes |
Jean-Pierre savait déjà qu’il ne reviendrait plus jamais |
Il a pensé encore à toute sa vie avec Michelle |
Et puis il a tourné enfin le coin d’la rue |
Michelle aurait voulu le voir grandir dans l’entreprise |
Mais lui n’se voyait pas finir ses jours au marketing |
Avec dans son café les cours de la livre sterling |
Et des enfant qui lui ressembleraient de plus en plus |
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là il s’en allait |
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là il s’en allait |
Il savait qu'à huit heures la table serait mise |
A côté de son assiette il y aurait ses tranquillisants |
S’il fallait toutes ces salop’ries pour arriver à s’endormir |
Ce n'était pas la peine d’avoir trente ans |
Et puis il verrait bien ce qu’il allait devenir |
Mais il n’en pouvait plus de vivre déjà comme un vieux |
Le but de sa vie n'était pas d’avoir un jour un compte en Suisse |
Ce n'était pas l’argent qui lui manquait pour être heureux |
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là il s’en allait |
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là il s’en allait |
Il revoyait encore la brasserie des «Trois dauphins» |
Où ses amis l’attendraient demain de midi à deux heures |
La crise entraînerait encore des conversations sans fin |
Mais demain à deux heures il serait loin |
Il revoyait aussi la Michelle amoureuse |
Celle qui lui téléphonait trois fois par jour à son travail |
C'était la vraie complicité, le vie n'était jamais sérieuse |
Une de ces périodes heureuses qui ne se retrouve pas |
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là il s’en allait |
Voilà pourquoi ce lundi-là… il s’en allait… |
(translation) |
When he came downstairs to buy cigarettes |
Jean-Pierre already knew he would never come back |
He still thought about his whole life with Michelle |
And then he finally turned the corner |
Michelle would have liked to see him grow in the company |
But he didn't see himself ending his days in marketing |
With in his cafe the course of the pound sterling |
And children who would look more and more like him |
That's why that Monday he was leaving |
That's why that Monday he was leaving |
He knew that at eight o'clock the table would be set |
Next to his plate would be his tranquilizers |
If it took all this shit to fall asleep |
It wasn't worth turning thirty |
And then he would see what he would become |
But he couldn't stand living like an old man anymore |
The purpose of his life was not to one day have an account in Switzerland |
It wasn't the money that he lacked to be happy |
That's why that Monday he was leaving |
That's why that Monday he was leaving |
He could still see the "Three Dolphins" brewery |
Where his friends would be waiting for him tomorrow from noon to two o'clock |
The crisis would still lead to endless conversations |
But tomorrow at two o'clock he would be far away |
He also saw the loving Michelle again |
The one who called him three times a day at work |
It was true bonding, life was never serious |
One of those happy times that can't be found |
That's why that Monday he was leaving |
That's why that Monday... he was leaving... |