Translation of the song lyrics Les filles du bord de la mer - Salvatore Adamo

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

Les filles du bord de la mer (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