Edith Piaf — Browning song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Browning" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Y avait qu'? r’garder sa figure
Et tout de suite on comprenait:
Monsieur Browning, qu’on l’appelait,
Un nom qui sentait l’aventure.
C'?tait le roi du revolver.
Il en avait de magnifiques
Qu’il avait ram’n?s d’Am?rique,
O? qu’on fabriqu’les vrais gangsters.
Il nous racontait son histoire,
Son premier crim’et puis la gloire,
Browning, Browning.
Il nous montrait des tas d’photos
Pris’s en premi? r'pag'des journaux,
Browning, Browning.
Il nous disait: «Vous autr’s en France,
Vous manquez encor’d’exp?rience.»,
Browning, Browning.
Avec? a, pas besoin d'?tr'fort.
C’est l’maladroit qu’a toujours tort
Et viv’Browning.
Parc’qu’il avait de l'?l?gance
Et des costum’s de cin? ma,
Il nous r’gardait de haut en bas
Avec m? pris et insolence
Et tout’s nos femm’s, ell’s l’admiraient
«Ah ! comment c’est qu’il a d’allure
Et ce typ’l?, quelle envergure.»
Mais nous, les homm’s, il nous courait.
C'?tait toujours la m? m'histoire:
Son premier crim’et puis la gloire,
Browning, Browning.
On l’voyait sur les grands journaux,
Juste? c? t? d’Greta Garbo,
Browning, Browning.
A l'?couter, on d’venait b? te.
On n’avait plus qu'?a dans la t? te,
Browning, Browning
Et nous pensions «Marre? la fin !
Il nous ennuie, l’Am?ricain
Et son Browning.»
Pour nous apprendr’la vraie mani? re,
Pour nous donner un’bonn’le?on,
Il a tenu, ce brav’gar?on,
A nous montrer son savoir-faire.
C’est dans un’sall’de restaurant
Qu’il a voulu fair’l’exp?rience,
Mais le pauvr’typ’n’a pas eu d’chance.
Comme il sortait ses instruments,
Il a roul? sous la banquette
Avec un p’tit trou dans la t? te,
Browning, Browning.
Oh? a n’a pas claqu? bien fort
Mais tout de m? m', il en est mort,
Browning, Browning,
Et puis quelqu’un dans le silence
A dit «Maint'nant? quoi qu’tu penses,
Browning, Browning ?»
Il pens’plus rien puisqu’il est mort.
Tu parlais trop… ben t’as eu tort.
Bye-Bye, Browning
Lyrics translation
What was that? R'keep his figure
And right away we understood:
Mr. Browning, that he was called,
A name that smelled like adventure.
C'?be the king of the revolver.
He had beautiful ones.
That he had Ram'n?s D'am?rique,
Or? let's make real gangsters.
He was telling us his story.,
His first Crim'and then Glory,
Browning, Browning.
He was showing us a bunch of pictures.
Pris's in premi? R'pag ' of newspapers,
Browning, Browning.
He told us: "you others in France,
Are you still missing your exp?rience.»,
Browning, Browning.
With? a, no need?very strong.
It is the clumsy that is always wrong
And Viv'burning.
Like he had some?l?gance
What about CIN's Costos? my,
He kept us from top to bottom
With m? caught and insolence
And all our women's, they admired him
"Ah ! how does it look
What about this guy? what a wingspan.»
But we men, he ran us.
C'?still the m? m'histoire:
His first Crim'and then Glory,
Browning, Browning.
You could see it in the big papers.,
Fair? c? t? d'greta Garbo,
Browning, Browning.
To l'?couter, did we come b? tee.
All we had?a in the t? tee,
Browning, Browning
And we thought, " fed up? the end !
Does the Am bother us?ricain
And his Browning.»
To teach us the real mani? re,
To give us Un Bonn'le?one,
Did he hold this Brav'gar?one,
To show us His know-how.
It's in a restaurant
What did he want to do?rience,
But poor guy didn't get lucky.
As he took out his instruments,
Did he roll? under the bench
With a little hole in the t? tee,
Browning, Browning.
Oh? a didn't snap? very strong
But all of m? m' , he's dead.,
Browning, Browning,
And then someone in silence
He said "Maint'nant? whatever you think,
Browning, Browning ?»
He thinks nothing since he's dead.
Tu parlais trop… ben t’as eu tort.
Bye-Bye, Browning