Edith Piaf — Le Chacal song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Chacal" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
On l’avait surnomm? l’Chacal.
C'?tait un type ph? nom?nal,
Un grand, aux? paul's magnifiques,
L’air d’un sauvagage, un peu cr? neur.
Il avait d? croch? mon c? ur Comm'?a, d’un sourire ironique,
Le soir,? l’heure de l’ap?ro.
Il s’amenait dans notr’bistro,
Toujours tout seul, sans un copain
En fredonnant un dr? le de r’frain.
Pan Pan l’Arbi… C’est l’Chacal qu’est par ici.
Y s’mettait au bout du comptoir,
Le r’gard lointain comm’sans rien voir.
J’attendais toujours qu’il me cause,
Qu’y r’mue un peu, qu’y fasse qu? qu'chose
Mais il restait indiff? rent
Et sifflotait entre ses dents:
Pan Pan l’Arbi… C’est l’Chacal qu’est par ici.
Personn’connaissait son boulot
Et on parlait derri? r'son dos.
On disait: «Qu'est c’qu’y manigance ?»
Les homm’s le r’gardaient par en d’ssous.
Les femm’s lui faisaient les yeux doux.
Parfois y avait de grands silences.
La peur montait dans les cervaux.
«C'est p’t'?tre un flic, ce gars costaud ?»
Mais lui souriait avec d? dain
Et leur crachait toujours son refrain.
Pan Pan l’Arbi… C’est l’Chacal qu’est par ici.
Les mains dans les poch’s du veston,
Y’semblait dir': «Venez-y donc !»
J’attendais toujours qu’il leur cause,
Qu’y r’mue un peu, qu’y fass’qu?qu'chose
Mais il restait indiff? rent
Et sifflotait entre ses dents:
Pan Pan l’Arbi… C’est l’Chacal qu’est par ici.
Et puis un soir qu’il f’sait tr? s chaud,
Qu’les nerfs? taient? fleur de peau
Et qu'?a sentait partout l’orage,
Comme il gueulait son sacr? r’frain
Un homm’sur lui leva la main,
Alors il bondit pris de rage.
Il s’est battu sans dire un mot
Mais eux les l? ch's, ils? taient trop…
Et tout d’un coup, j’l’ai vu tomber…
Alors seul’ment il m’a parl?:
Pan Pan l’Arbi,
Les salauds qu’est c’qu’ils m’ont mis
Et puis il a ferm? ses yeux
En soupirant: «?a vaut p’t'?tr'mieux.»
Moi, j’avais froid, comm’de la fi? vre,
Mais j’ai voulu go? ter ses l? vres
Au moins un’fois, car je l’aimais !
On a jamais su c’qu’il cherchait
Pan Pan l’Arbi,
Plus d’Chacal… C'?tait fini…
Lyrics translation
Did we call him a nickname? The Jackal.
C'?was it a ph guy? name?nal,
A big one, aux? Paul's gorgeous,
The look of a savage, a little cr? fitness trainer.
He had d? croch? my c? ur Comm'?a, with an ironic smile,
In the evening,? ap time?ro.
He brought himself into our bistro,
Always alone, without a boyfriend
By humming a dr? the de R'frain.
Pan Pan The Arbi ... it's The Jackal that's around here.
At the end of the counter,
The distant R'gard as ' without seeing anything.
I was always waiting for him to cause me,
What do you want to do? that thing
But he remained indifferent? rent
And whistled between his teeth:
Pan Pan The Arbi ... it's The Jackal that's around here.
Nobody knew his job.
And we were talking back there? R'son two.
We used to say, " what's the deal?»
The men kept him in secret.
The women made her eyes soft.
Sometimes there were great silences.
Fear went up in the neck.
"Is it P't'?is he a cop, that big guy ?»
But she smiled at him with d? dain
And he was always spitting his chorus at them.
Pan Pan The Arbi ... it's The Jackal that's around here.
Hands in the pockets of the jacket,
He seemed to say, " Come, then !»
I was always waiting for him to cause them,
What's up, what's up?that thing
But he remained indifferent? rent
And whistled between his teeth:
Pan Pan The Arbi ... it's The Jackal that's around here.
And then one night he knows? s hot,
What nerves? taut? skin flower
And what?a felt everywhere the storm,
The way he yelled at his sacr? R'frain
A man on him raised his hand,
Then he jumped in anger.
He fought without saying a word
But they l them? what's they? were too…
And all of a sudden, I saw him fall…
So he just talked to me?:
Pan Pan The Arbi,
The bastards what they put me
And then he stopped? his eyes
Sighing:"?is it worth it?much better.»
Moi, j’avais froid, comm’de la fi? vre,
Mais j’ai voulu go? ter ses l? vres
Au moins un’fois, car je l’aimais !
On a jamais su c’qu’il cherchait
Pan Pan l’Arbi,
Plus d’Chacal… C'?tait fini…