Edith Piaf — Le Vagabond song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Vagabond" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
J’ai l’air comm'? A d’un' fille de rien
Mais je suis un' personn' tr? S bien.
Je suis princesse d’un ch? Teau
O? Tout est clair, o? Tout est beau.
Un grand jardin rempli de fleurs.
Dans le ciel bleu, plane mon c? Ur.
Les fleurs aux arbres s’accrochant
Sont toujours blanches comme au printemps.
Mais un vagabond,
Qui est joli gar? On,
Me chante des chansons
Qui donnent le frisson.
Il marche le long des routes
En se moquant du temps.
Il chante pour qui l'? Coute,
Les cheveux dans le vent.
C’est un vagabond
Qui est joli gar? On.
Il chante des chansons.
La la la la…
Il m’a dit: «Quitte ton ch? Teau.
Contre mon c? Ur il fera chaud.
Je te donnerai de l’amour
Et nous nous aimerons toujours. «S'il n'? Tait pas prince d’argent,
Il? Tait mon prince charmant.
Comm' je suis un' jeune fill' tr? S bien,
J’peux pas d’venir un' fill' de rien.
C’est un vagabond
Qui est joli gar? On.
Il chante des chansons
Qui donnent le frisson.
Il marche le long des routes
En se moquant du temps.
Il chante pour qui l'? Coute,
Les cheveux dans le vent.
C’est un vagabond
Qui est joli gar? On.
Il chante des chansons.
La la la la la la la la!
Mais mon histoire n’est pas vraie.
Ce n’est qu’un are? Ve que j’ai fait
Et quand je me suis are? Veill? E,
L’soleil? Tait sur l’oreiller.
Et chaque soir, quand je m’endors,
Je cherche en vain mon are? Ve d’or.
Cett' fois je quitt’rai mon ch? Teau
Pour suivre mon prince si beau.
C’est un vagabond
Qui est joli gar? On.
Il chante des chansons
Qui donnent le frisson
Et je me vois sur la route
En me moquant du temps,
Et c’est mon c? Ur qu’il? Coute,
Notre amour dans le vent.
Nous somm’s vagabonds.
Nous chantons des chansons.
Moi j’ai des frissons.
La la la la la la la la!
Lyrics translation
Do I look good? A ' daughter of nothing
But I am a 'personn' tr? S good.
I'm a princess of a ch? Tea
Or? All clear, o? Everything is beautiful.
A large garden filled with flowers.
In the blue sky, soars my c? Ur.
The flowers to the trees clinging
Are always white as in spring.
But a tramp,
Who is pretty gar? One,
Sing Me songs
That give the thrill.
He walks along the roads
Making fun of the weather.
Who does he sing for? Hearken,
Hair in the wind.
He's a vagabond.
Who is pretty gar? One.
He sings songs.
La la la la…
He said, " Leave Your ch? Tea.
Against my c? Ur it will be hot.
I'll give you love
And we'll always love each other. "If he doesn't? No prince of money,
He? Shut up my prince charming.
Comm' I'm a 'young fill' tr? S good,
I can't come in here and fill up with nothing.
He's a vagabond.
Who is pretty gar? One.
He sings songs
That give the thrill.
He walks along the roads
Making fun of the weather.
Who does he sing for? Hearken,
Hair in the wind.
He's a vagabond.
Who is pretty gar? One.
He sings songs.
La la la la la la la la!
But my story is not true.
It's just an are? Ve that I did
And when I got are? Veill? U.S.A.,
The sun? It's on the pillow.
And every night when I fall asleep,
I'm looking for my are in vain? Ve d'or.
This time I'm leaving my ch? Tea
To follow my prince so handsome.
He's a vagabond.
Who is pretty gar? One.
He sings songs
Which give the thrill
And I see myself on the road
Making fun of time,
And that's my c? Ur that it? Hearken,
Our love in the wind.
We somm's vagrants.
We sing songs.
I have chills.
La la la la la la la la!