Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La putain , by - Serge Reggiani. Song from the album 100 Plus Belles chansons, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 19.09.2019
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
La putain(original) |
| Nous habitions en face d’elle |
| Dans le Quartier Saint-Louis |
| Elle habitait je me rappelle |
| Aux environs de minuit |
| Moi, mes cousins |
| On la regardait en silence |
| A travers les jalousies |
| Adosse au magasin |
| Elle fumait avec lgance |
| Nous apprenions nos posies |
| Passionnment nous y pensions |
| A la P… points de suspension |
| Qu’elle tait bien! |
| Qu’elle tait bien! |
| La putain |
| Pose comme une contrebasse |
| Dans les bras d’un artiste, |
| Elle avait l’air de faire des passes |
| Dans une chanson raliste. |
| Moi, mes cousins, |
| En pyjama, au cinma |
| Nous l’avions prise pour femme, |
| Et son parfum de violette |
| Quand on entrouvrait la fentre |
| Nous descendait au fond de l’me. |
| Passionnment nous y pensions |
| A la P… points de suspension |
| Qu’elle tait bien! |
| Qu’elle tait bien! |
| La putain… |
| Quand il pleuvait elle s’abritait |
| Sous le kiosque journaux |
| Alors comme elle tait tout prs |
| Je lui jouais du piano |
| Ah! |
| la putain |
| Un peu comme dans Cyrano |
| Au piano j’tais Chopin! |
| Sous cette pluie de quatre sous |
| Elle m’imaginait au-dessus |
| Et j’imaginais ses dessous… |
| Mes cousins en parlent aujourd’hui |
| En buvant des blanc-cass, |
| Son rverbre est la casse |
| Il me reste un peu de pluie. |
| Mais, mes cousins |
| Sans le vouloir, sans le savoir |
| Ont tous pous des putains |
| Chaque fois que je vais les voir |
| Il y a quelqu’un sur un trottoir |
| Qui vient parfumer ma mmoire. |
| Passionnment nous y pensions |
| A la P… points de suspension |
| Qu’elle tait bien! |
| Qu’elle tait bien! |
| La putain |
| Nous habitions en face d’elle |
| Dans le quartier Saint-Louis |
| Elle habitait, je me rappelle |
| Aux environs de minuit. |
| (translation) |
| We lived across from her |
| In the Saint-Louis district |
| She lived I remember |
| Around midnight |
| Me, my cousins |
| We watched her in silence |
| Through the jealousies |
| Backed by the store |
| She smoked elegantly |
| We were learning our poses |
| Passionately we thought about it |
| At the P…suspension points |
| How well she was! |
| How well she was! |
| The whore |
| Pose like a double bass |
| In the arms of an artist, |
| She looked like she was making passes |
| In a realistic song. |
| Me, my cousins, |
| In pajamas, at the cinema |
| We took her as our wife, |
| And its perfume of violets |
| When we opened the window |
| We descended to the bottom of the soul. |
| Passionately we thought about it |
| At the P…suspension points |
| How well she was! |
| How well she was! |
| The whore... |
| When it rained she took shelter |
| Under the Newsstand |
| So as she was very close |
| I played him the piano |
| Ah! |
| the whore |
| A bit like in Cyrano |
| At the piano I was Chopin! |
| Under this drizzle |
| She imagined me above |
| And I imagined her underwear... |
| My cousins talk about it today |
| While drinking white casks, |
| Its street lamp is the breakage |
| I have a little rain left. |
| But, my cousins |
| Unwittingly, unknowingly |
| They all have whores |
| Every time I go to see them |
| There's someone on a sidewalk |
| Who comes to perfume my memory. |
| Passionately we thought about it |
| At the P…suspension points |
| How well she was! |
| How well she was! |
| The whore |
| We lived across from her |
| In the Saint-Louis district |
| She lived, I remember |
| Around midnight. |