Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les filles du bord de la mer, artist - Salvatore Adamo. Date of issue: 06.05.2020
Song language: French
Les filles du bord de la mer(original) |
| Je me souviens du bord de mer |
| Avec ses filles au teint si clair |
| Elles avaient l’me hospitalire |
| C’tait pas fait pour me dplaire |
| Naives autant qu’elles taient belles |
| On pouvait lire dans leurs prunelles |
| Qu’elles voulaient pratiquer le sport |
| Pour garder une belle ligne de corps |
| Et encore, et encore |
| Z’auraient pus danser la java |
| Z’taient chouettes les filles du bord de mer |
| Z’taient faites pour qui savait y faire |
| Y’en avait une qui s’apelait Eve |
| C’tait vraiment la fille d’mes rves |
| Elle n’avait qu’un seul dfaut |
| Elle se baignait plus qu’il ne faut |
| Plutt qu’d’aller chez le masseur |
| Elle invitait le premier baigneur |
| A tter du ct de son coeur |
| En douceur, en douceur |
| En douceur et profondeur |
| Z’taient chouettes les filles du bord de mer |
| Z’taient faites pour qui savait y faire |
| Lui pardonnant cette manire |
| J’lui proposas de partager ma vie |
| Mais ds que revint l’t |
| Je commenai m’inquiter |
| Car sur les bords d’la Mer du Nord |
| Elle se remit faire du sport |
| Je tolrais ce violon d’Ingres |
| Sinon elle devenait malingre |
| Puis un beau jour j’en ai eu marre |
| C’tait pis que la mer boire |
| J’lai refil un gigolo |
| Et j’ai nag vers d’autres eaux |
| En douceur, en douceur |
| Z’taient chouettes les filles du bord de mer |
| Z’taient faites pour qui savait y faire |
| (translation) |
| I remember the seaside |
| With his daughters so fair |
| They had a hospitable soul |
| It was not made to displease me |
| Naive as much as they were beautiful |
| You could read in their eyes |
| That they wanted to play sports |
| To keep a beautiful body line |
| And again, and again |
| We could have danced the java |
| The girls by the sea were nice |
| They were made for who knew how to do it |
| There was one called Eve |
| She was really the girl of my dreams |
| She only had one flaw |
| She was bathing more than necessary |
| Rather than going to the masseur |
| She invited the first bather |
| To strike from the side of his heart |
| Smooth, smooth |
| Smooth and deep |
| The girls by the sea were nice |
| They were made for who knew how to do it |
| Forgiving him this way |
| I offered him to share my life |
| But as soon as summer comes |
| I started to worry |
| Because on the shores of the North Sea |
| She resumed exercising |
| I would tolerate this Ingres violin |
| Otherwise she would become sickly |
| Then one fine day I got fed up |
| It was worse than the sea to drink |
| I gave him a gigolo |
| And I swam to other waters |
| Smooth, smooth |
| The girls by the sea were nice |
| They were made for who knew how to do it |