Barbara — Madame Arthur song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Madame Arthur" by Barbara.
Lyrics
Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler, parler, parler, parler d’elle longtemps,
Sans journaux, sans rien, sans réclame
Elle eut une foule d’amants,
Chacun voulait être aimé d’elle,
Chacun la courtisait, pourquoi?
C’est que sans être vraiment belle,
Elle avait un je ne sais quoi !
Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler, parler, parler, parler d’elle longtemps,
Sans journaux, sans rien, sans réclame
Elle eut une foule d’amants,
Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler d’elle longtemps.
Sa taille était fort ordinaire,
Ses yeux petits mais sémillants,
Son nez retroussé, sa voix claire,
Ses pieds cambrés et frétillants
Bref, en regardant sa figure,
Rien ne vous mettait en émoi;
Mais par derrière sa tournure
Promettait un je ne sais quoi !
Ses amants lui restaient fidèles,
C’est elle qui les renvoyait
Elle aimait les ardeurs nouvelles,
Un vieil amour lui déplaisait
Et chacun, le chagrin dans l'âme,
De son cœur n’ayant plus l’emploi,
Disait: hélas ! une autre femme
N’aura pas son je ne sais quoi !
Il fallait la voir à la danse;
Son entrain était sans égal
Par ses mouvements, sa prestance,
Elle était la Reine du bal
Au cavalier lui faisant face
Son pied touchait le nez, ma foi,
Chacun applaudissait sa grâce
Et surtout son je ne sais quoi !
De quoi donc vivait cette dame?
Montrant un grand train de maison,
Courant au vaudeville, au drame,
Rien qu'à l’avant-scène dit-on
Elle voyait pour l’ordinaire
Venir son terme sans effroi,
Car alors son propriétaire
Admirait son je ne sais quoi !
Oh ! femme qui cherchez à faire
Des conquêtes matin et soir,
En vain vous passez pour vous plaire
Des heures à votre miroir,
Elégance, grâce mutine,
Regard, soupir de bon aloi,
Velours, parfums et crinoline,
Rien ne vaut un je ne sais quoi !
Lyrics translation
Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made Talk, Talk, Talk, Talk about her for a long time,
Without newspapers, without anything, without demand
She had a crowd of lovers,
Everyone wanted to be loved by her,
Everyone was courting her, why?
It's that without being really beautiful,
She had a I don't know what !
Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made Talk, Talk, Talk, Talk about her for a long time,
Without newspapers, without anything, without demand
She had a crowd of lovers,
Madame Arthur is a woman
Who made people talk about her for a long time.
His size was quite ordinary,
Her small but sassy eyes,
Her nose rolled up, her voice clear,
Her feet arched and twitching
In short, looking at his figure,
Nothing made you nervous;
But from behind his turn
Promised a I don't know what !
His lovers remained faithful to him,
It was she who sent them away
She loved the new ardor,
An old love displeased him
And each, grief in the soul,
From his heart no longer having a job,
He said: Alas ! another woman
Won't have his I don't know what !
You had to see her at the dance.;
His drive was unmatched
By his movements, his presence,
She was the Prom Queen
To the rider facing him
His foot touched his nose, my faith,
Everyone applauded his grace
And especially its I don't know what !
What did this lady live on?
Showing a big house train,
Running in vaudeville, drama,
Only in the foreground is said
She saw for the ordinary
Come its end without fear,
Because then its owner
Admired her I don't know what !
Oh ! woman looking to do
Conquests morning and evening,
In vain you pass by to please yourself
Hours at your mirror,
Elegance, mutineous Grace,
Look, sigh of good aloi,
Velvet, perfumes and crinoline,
Nothing beats a I don't know what !