Lyrics of Que viva Vivaldi - Serge Lama

Que viva Vivaldi (original)

Z’taient copines de cњur et v’naient m' faire l’amiti
Dans des htels o l’bonheur et l’temps taient mesurs
On s’gavait de poulet froid, de bulles de jolis vins
Puis en riant aux clats, on f’sait l’amour six mains
Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam
Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam
Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits
la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi
Z’taient folles de leurs corps, z’taient folles de leur sang
Z’taient folles d’tre encore superbes quarante ans
C’tait du clair dans du flou, a sentait la chair et le fard
a scintillait de partout, trois reflets dans trois miroirs
Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam
Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam
Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits
la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi
Elles s' parlaient sans dire un mot, rien qu’en collant leurs cheveux
J’entendais hennir leurs chevaux, leurs rles taient leurs aveux
Elles repartaient les yeux gris tout barbouills d’insomnie
Moi, je regagnais Paris, elles regagnaient leurs maris, laissant
Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam
Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam
Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits
la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi
Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam
Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam
Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits
la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi.

(translation)

They were girlfriends and came to befriend me
In hotels where happiness and time were measured
We stuffed ourselves with cold chicken, bubbles of pretty wines
Then laughing loudly, we make love with six hands
The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow
In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam
Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits
the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived
They were crazy about their bodies, they were crazy about their blood
They were mad to still be superb for forty years
It was light in the blur, it smelled of flesh and blush
shone everywhere, three reflections in three mirrors
The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow
In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam
Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits
the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived
They talked to each other without saying a word, just by sticking their hair together
I heard their horses neighing, their roles were their confessions
They left with gray eyes smeared with insomnia
Me, I was going back to Paris, they were going back to their husbands, leaving
The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow
In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam
Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits
the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived
The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow
In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam
Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits
the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived.