Charles Trenet — L'hôtel borgne song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'hôtel borgne" by Charles Trenet.
Lyrics
Parce que j’aimais la fille du bougnat
Qu’avait de beaux yeux, de beaux seins et les pieds plats…
J’ai tout perdu, triste fortune.
J’ai pleuréd'amour,
De faubourg en faubourg.
J’ai pleuréd'amour au clair de lune…
Tout seul je loge dans un quartier perdu
Au fond d’une petite rue.
J’habite un hôtel borgne, si borgne, si borgne
Que je frémis lorsque, le soir,
Je vois son oeil qui luit dans le noir.
Quand le patron me lorgne, me lorgne, me lorgne,
J’ai mal au ventre subitement.
Je passe ma clef et je fous le camp.
Coupe-gorge, assassinat,
Le crime rôde, rôde, rôde,
Couleur locale pour cinéma.
Tard dans la nuit, arméd'un grand poignard,
On voit passer Bébert, l’ancien bagnard…
Il cherche sa brune Andalouse
Qu’a donnéson coeur
Au fils du percepteur.
Elle l’a dans la peau, la jalouse…
Mais Bébert les surprend et les tue
Au fond d’une petite rue.
J’habite un hôtel borgne, si borgne, si borgne.
Quand le patron me lorgne, me lorgne, me lorgne,
Je lui demande: «Comment que ça va?»
Je pose mon chapeau et je reste là.
Le samedi, l’accordéon,
En ritournelle, chante, chante:
Quand on s’aime, c’est pour de bon…
Lyrics translation
Because I loved bougnat's daughter
That had beautiful eyes, beautiful tits and flat feet…
I lost everything, sad fortune.
I cried for love,
From faubourg to faubourg.
I cried for love in the moonlight…
All alone I live in a lost neighborhood
Down a small street.
I live in a hotel blind, so blind, so blind
That I shudder when in the evening,
I see his eye shining in the dark.
When the boss looks at me, looks at me, looks at me,
My stomach hurts all of a sudden.
I'll pass my key and get out of here.
Throat cutter, murder,
Crime roams, roams, roams,
Local color for cinema.
Late at night, armed with a large dagger,
We see Pass Bebert, the former bagnard…
He's looking for his Andalusian brunette
What gave his heart
To the son of the Collector.
She has it in her skin, the jealous…
But Bebert surprises them and kills them
Down a small street.
I live in a hotel blind, so blind, so blind.
When the boss looks at me, looks at me, looks at me,
I ask him, " how's it going?»
I'll put my hat on and stay there.
On Saturday, the accordion,
In retournelle, Sing, Sing:
When we love each other, it's for good…