Edith Piaf — Le petit monsieur Triste song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le petit monsieur Triste" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Le petit monsieur triste
Qui ne sort que la nuit
A de tr? s gros ennuis
Mais c’est un? go?ste:
Il les garde pour lui
Et tous les gros ennuis
Du petit monsieur triste
Le suivent dans la nuit,
Courent derri? re lui,
Galopent sur la piste
Du petit monsieur triste
Qui a des tas d’ennuis.
Le petit monsieur triste
A beaucoup de chagrin.
Sa femme aimait Chopin.
Lui n'?tait pas pianiste
Et le regrettait bien.
Or, sa femme, un matin,
Suivit un grand pianiste
Qui jouait du Chopin
Pour faire du chagrin
Au petit monsieur triste
Qui n'?tait pas pianiste
Et le regrettait bien.
Alors, m? lancolique
Et le c? ur tout meurtri,
Il ramena chez lui
Un piano m? canique
Pour calmer ses ennuis
Et puis il revendit
Cette bo? te? musique
Qui faisait trop de bruit
Et jouait dans la nuit
Comme une m? canique
Des airs m? lancoliques
Qui doublaient ses ennuis.
Le petit monsieur triste
Qui ne sort que la nuit,
Car le sommeil le fuit,
Boit seul, en? go?ste,
Pour noyer ses ennuis.
Il boit toute la nuit,
Le petit monsieur triste,
Puis il rentre chez lui
Et, seul, dans son grand lit,
Le petit monsieur triste
R? ve qu’il est pianiste
Et qu’il n’a plus d’ennuis.
Il r? ve d’un joli piano
Sur lequel il ferait des gammes,
De belles gammes pour sa femme:
Do R? Mi Fa Sol La Si Do.
Dodo
Lyrics translation
The sad little gentleman
Who only goes out at night
A tr? s big trouble
But it's one? go?ste:
He keeps them to himself
And all the big trouble
From the sad little gentleman
Follow him in the night,
Running behind? re him,
Galloping on the track
From the sad little gentleman
Who's in a lot of trouble.
The sad little gentleman
A lot of grief.
His wife loved Chopin.
He's?don't be a pianist.
And regretted it well.
Now, his wife, one morning,
Followed by a great pianist
Who played Chopin
To make grief
To the sad little gentleman
Here?don't be a pianist.
And regretted it well.
What's up, m? lancolique
What about the c? ur all bruised,
He brought home
A plan m? poodle
To calm his troubles
And then he resells
That bo? you? musical
That was too loud
And played in the night
Like an m? poodle
M tunes? lancolics
Who doubled his troubles.
The sad little gentleman
Who only goes out at night,
For sleep flees it,
Drink alone, en? go?ste,
To drown his troubles.
He drinks all night,
The sad little gentleman,
Then he goes home
And, alone, in his big bed,
The sad little gentleman
R? ve that he is a pianist
And he's out of trouble.
The r? ve a nice piano
On which he would make ranges,
Beautiful ranges for his wife:
Do R? I Don't Care.
Dodo