Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ses baisers me grisaient, artist - Nana Mouskouri. Album song Tribute To Chanson Française, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Mercury
Song language: French
Ses baisers me grisaient(original) |
C'était un jeune homme ignorant des baisers |
On lui a dit «Mon fils, il est temps de changer» |
A trouvé une blonde et il l’a embrassée |
Et juste après, a recommencé |
Parce que, Seigneur ! |
ses baisers le grisaient |
Mon Dieu ! |
mmh… ses baisers le grisaient |
Il dit «Voulez-vous m'écouter, ma chérie? |
Voici ma main, je serai le meilleur des maris» |
A plaidé sa cause avec son âme et sa vie |
Alors, elle a fini par lui dire oui |
Il voulait se marier et avoir douze enfants |
Mais le lendemain matin, en revenant des champs |
Une brune aux yeux verts est venue à passer |
Alors, il dit «Voulez-vous m'épouser ?» |
En partant pour la noce avec son cheval brun |
Il a croisé une rousse au détour du chemin |
Elle avait la peau fraîche et le nez retroussé |
Alors, il l’a suivie sans même se retourner |
Et le temps a roulé, il est devenu vieux |
Et maintenant, le pauvre, il n’a plus de cheveux |
Mais je connais une dame qui persiste à l’aimer |
Alors un jour, il reviendra au foyer |
Parce que, Seigneur ! |
ses baisers me grisaient |
Mon Dieu ! |
mmh… ses baisers me grisaient |
(translation) |
He was a young man ignorant of kisses |
He was told "Son, it's time for a change" |
Found a blonde and he kissed her |
And right after, started again |
Because, Lord! |
her kisses intoxicated him |
My God ! |
mmh...her kisses were intoxicating him |
He said "Do you want to listen to me, my dear? |
Here is my hand, I will be the best of husbands" |
Pleaded his case with his soul and his life |
So she ended up telling him yes |
He wanted to get married and have twelve children |
But the next morning, coming back from the fields |
A brunette with green eyes came to pass |
So he said "Will you marry me?" |
Leaving for the wedding with his brown horse |
He crossed paths with a redhead |
She had fresh skin and a snub nose |
So he followed her without even looking back |
And time rolled by, it got old |
And now the poor thing has no hair |
But I know a lady who still loves him |
So one day he'll come home |
Because, Lord! |
his kisses intoxicated me |
My God ! |
mmh...his kisses got me drunk |