Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Valse de Melody, artist - Serge Gainsbourg. Album song L'Essentiel Des Albums Studio, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Mercury
Song language: French
Valse de Melody(original) |
Je serais content quand tu seras mort, vieille canaille |
Je serais content quand tu seras mort, vieille canaille |
Tu ne paies rien pour attendre, je saurais bien te descendre, |
Je serais content d’avoir ta peau vieux chameau. |
Je t’ai reu bras ouvert vieille canaille, |
Tu avais toujours ton couvert vieille canaille, |
Tu as brul tout mes tapis, tu t’es couch dans mon lit, |
Tu as bu tout mon porto, vieux chameau, |
Puis, je t’ai prsent ma femme, vieille canaille, |
Puis, je t’ai prsent ma femme, vieille canaille, |
Tu lui as fait du baratin, tu l’as embrass dans les coins, |
Ds que j’avais tourn le dos vieux chameau, |
Puis t’es parti avec elle, vieille canaille, |
T’es parti avec elle vieille canaille, |
Emportant la vaisselle, le dessus de lit en dentelle, |
L’argenterie, les rideaux vieux chameau, |
Et j’ai sorti mon fusil vieille canaille, |
Et j’ai sorti mon fusil vieille canaille, |
Quand je te tiendrais au bout, je rigolerais un bon coup, |
Et je t’aurais vite refroidi vieux bandit. |
On te mettra dans une tombe vieille canaille, |
Et moi j’irai faire la bombe, vieille canaille, |
A coup de petits verres d’eau de vie, |
La plus belle cuite de ma vie, |
Sera pour tes funerailles, vieille canaille. |
(translation) |
I'll be happy when you're dead, old scoundrel |
I'll be happy when you're dead, old scoundrel |
You don't pay nothing to wait, I could shoot you, |
I would be glad to have your old camel skin. |
I received you with open arms old scoundrel, |
You still had your cutlery old scoundrel, |
You burned all my carpets, you lay in my bed, |
You drank all my port, old camel, |
Then I introduced you to my wife, old scoundrel, |
Then I introduced you to my wife, old scoundrel, |
You gave him spiel, you kissed him in the corners, |
As soon as I turned my back old camel, |
Then you left with her, old scoundrel, |
You left with her old scoundrel, |
Taking away the dishes, the lace bedspread, |
The silverware, the old camel curtains, |
And I took out my old scoundrel rifle, |
And I took out my old scoundrel rifle, |
When I hold you down, I'll have a good laugh, |
And I would have quickly cooled you down old bandit. |
We'll put you in a grave old scoundrel, |
And I'm going to make the bomb, old scoundrel, |
With small glasses of brandy, |
The most beautiful cooked of my life, |
Will be for your funeral, old scoundrel. |