Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pigalle, artist - Yves Montand. Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Song language: French
Pigalle(original) |
| C’est un' rue |
| C’est un' place |
| C’est même tout un quartier |
| On en parle, on y passe |
| On y vient du monde entier |
| Perchée au flanc de Paname |
| De loin elle vous sourit |
| Car elle reflète l'âme |
| La douceur et l’esprit de Paris |
| Un p’tit jet d’eau |
| Un' station de métro |
| Entourée de bistrots |
| Pigalle |
| Grands magasins |
| Ateliers de rapins |
| Restaurants pour rupins |
| Pigalle |
| Là, c’est l’chanteur des carr’fours |
| Qui fredonn' les succès du jour |
| Ici, l’athlète en maillot |
| Qui soulèv' les poids d’cent kilos |
| Hôtels meublés |
| Discrèt'ment éclairés |
| Où l’on n’fait que passer |
| Pigalle |
| Et vers minuit |
| Un refrain qui s’enfuit |
| D’une boite de nuit |
| Pigalle |
| On y croise |
| Des visages |
| Communs et sensationnels |
| On y parle des langages |
| Comme à la tour de Babel |
| Et quand vient le crépuscule |
| C’est le grand marché d’amour |
| C’est le coin où déambulent |
| Ceux qui prennent la nuit pour le jour |
| Girls et mann’quins |
| Gitan’s aux yeux malins |
| Qui lisent dans les mains |
| Pigalle |
| Clochards, cam’lots |
| Tenanciers de bistrots |
| Trafiquants de coco |
| Pigalle |
| P’tit’s femm’s qui vous sourient |
| En vous disant: «Tu viens chéri «Et Prosper qui dans un coin |
| Discrèt'ment surveill' son gagn' pain |
| Un p’tit jet d’eau |
| Un' station de métro |
| Entourée de bistrots |
| Pigalle |
| Ça vit, ça gueul' |
| Les gens diront c’qu’ils veul’nt |
| Mais au monde y a qu’un seul |
| Pigalle |
| (translation) |
| It's a street |
| It's a place |
| It's even a whole neighborhood |
| Let's talk about it, let's go |
| People come from all over the world |
| Perched on the side of Paname |
| From afar she smiles at you |
| Because it reflects the soul |
| The sweetness and the spirit of Paris |
| A little jet of water |
| A' metro station |
| Surrounded by bistros |
| Pigalle |
| Department stores |
| Rapine Workshops |
| Restaurants for rupins |
| Pigalle |
| There, it is the singer of the crossroads |
| Who hums the hits of the day |
| Here, the athlete in the jersey |
| Who lifts the weights of a hundred kilos |
| Furnished hotels |
| Discreetly lit |
| Where we only pass |
| Pigalle |
| And around midnight |
| A chorus that runs away |
| From a night club |
| Pigalle |
| We meet there |
| Faces |
| Common and Sensational |
| We talk about languages |
| Like at the Tower of Babel |
| And when dusk comes |
| This is the big love market |
| This is the corner where wander |
| Those who take the night for the day |
| Girls and models |
| Gypsy with the evil eyes |
| who read hands |
| Pigalle |
| Tramps, cam'lots |
| Bistro owners |
| Coconut smugglers |
| Pigalle |
| Little women who smile at you |
| Saying to you, "You come darling" And Prosper who in a corner |
| Discreetly watching his earning |
| A little jet of water |
| A' metro station |
| Surrounded by bistros |
| Pigalle |
| It lives, it screams |
| People will say what they want |
| But in the world there is only one |
| Pigalle |