Edith Piaf — Le disque usé song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le disque usé" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux mat’lots
Où n’entre pas la lumière,
Y a un vilain caboulot.
La figure triste et pâle,
Une servante aux yeux bleus
Rêve aux plus belles escales
Et à des ciels merveilleux.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: «Ton attente est vaine.»
Mais, dans un coin, un phono
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
«Tant qu’y a d’la vie, y a d’l’espoir.
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s’achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l’attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu’y a d’la vie, y a d’l’espoir.»
Il était beau comme un ange,
Des cheveux blonds comm' le miel.
Son regard était étrange,
Plus bleu que le bleu du ciel.
Il appela la servante
Et lui dit: «Je te cherchais.»
Elle répondit, tremblante:
«Y a longtemps que j’attendais.»
Il l’a serrée dans ses bras,
«Quand je serai capitaine…»
Et le vieux disque, tout bas,
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
«Tant qu’y a d’la vie, y a d’l’espoir.
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s’achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l’attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu’y a d’la vie, y a d’l’espoir.»
Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux mat’lots
Où n’entre pas la lumière,
Y a un vilain caboulot.
Elle attend, fière et hautaine,
Elle attend, depuis vingt ans,
Elle attend son capitaine,
Et son regard est confiant.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: «Ton attente est vaine.»
Mais elle écout' le phono
Raclant sa vieille rengaine.
Tant qu’y a d’la vie y a d’l’esp…
Y a d’l’esp…
Y a d’l’esp…
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir.
Avant que votre vie s’achève,
Le bonheur viendra vous voir.
Il faut l’attendre sans trêve.
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu’y a d’la vie y a d’l’esp…
Tant qu’y a d’la vie y a d’l’esp…
Tant qu’y a d’la vie y a d’l’esp…
Lyrics translation
Impasse of the gutter,
In the alley at Mat'lots
Where does not enter the light,
There's a nasty caboulot.
The sad and pale figure,
A blue-eyed maid
Dream at the most beautiful stops
And to wonderful skies.
Every whistle of the boats
He said, " your expectation is in vain.»
But, in a corner, a phono
Sing his old song.
"As long as there is life, there is hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be answered one evening.
Before your life ends,
Happiness will come to you.
We have to wait for him without a break.
Hunt the black butterflies.
As long as there's life, there's hope.»
He was beautiful as an angel,
Blonde hair like honey.
Her look was strange,
Bluer than the blue of the sky.
He calls the maid
And he said, " I was looking for you.»
She answered, trembling:
"I've been waiting a long time.»
He held her in his arms,
"When I'm captain…»
And the old record, very low,
Sing his old song.
"As long as there is life, there is hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be answered one evening.
Before your life ends,
Happiness will come to you.
We have to wait for him without a break.
Hunt the black butterflies.
As long as there's life, there's hope.»
Impasse of the gutter,
In the alley at Mat'lots
Where does not enter the light,
There's a nasty caboulot.
She waits, proud and haughty,
She has been waiting for twenty years,
She's waiting for her captain.,
And his look is confident.
Every whistle of the boats
He said, " your expectation is in vain.»
But she listens to the phono
Scraping his old grudge.
As long as there is life there is space…
There is esp…
There is esp…
Your desires, your dreams
Will be answered one evening.
Before your life ends,
Happiness will come to you.
We have to wait for him without a break.
Hunt the black butterflies.
As long as there is life there is space…
As long as there is life there is space…
As long as there is life there is space…