Edith Piaf — Les deux rengaines song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les deux rengaines" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Y a un refrain dans la ville,
Un refrain sans domicile.
Et c’est comme un fait expr? s,
Un air qui me court apr? s.
Il est fait de deux rengaines
Qui ont m? lang? leur peine.
La premi? re a du chagrin
Et la deuxi? me n’a rien.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! aussi triste que mon amour.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! sans piti? qui me tourne autour.
D’un sixi? me ?tage,
Un phono s’enrage
A le rab? cher
Et la farandole
Des m? mes paroles
Entre sans frapper.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! qui se tra? ne dans les faubourgs.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! aussi triste que mon amour.
Mais la premi? re rengaine,
Qui avait tant de chagrin,
Un jour, oublia ses peines,
Et? a fait qu’un beau matin,
La chanson? tait moins triste.
Mon c? ur n’en revenait pas
Et mon voisin le pianiste
En a fait une java.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! qui me donne le mal d’amour.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! sans piti? qui me tourne autour.
Le piano remplace
Le phono d’en face
Pour le rab? cher
Et la farandole
Tourne, tourne et vole
Comme un vent d'?t?.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! qui s’accroche sous l’abat-jour.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! qui me donne le mal d’amour.
Puis la deuxi? me rengaine,
Qui n’avait que rien du tout,
H? rita, un jour de veine,
D’un bonheur de quatre sous,
Car le bonheur, ?a existe.
C’est du travail? fa? on,
Alors nous deux, mon pianiste,
On a refait la chanson.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! aussi beau que mon bel amour.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! merveilleux qui me tourne autour.
Tous les pianos dansent,
Tous les phonos dansent.
Qu’il fait bon danser,
Et la farandole
Tourne, tourne et vole,
Tourne? tout casser.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! qui s’envole vers le faubourg.
C’est un air, Ah ! Ah ! aussi beau que mon bel amour
Lyrics translation
There's a chorus in the city,
A homeless refrain.
And it's like an expr fact? s,
An air that runs after me? s.
It is made of two lines
Who have m? lang? their grief.
You push her? re a of grief
What about the second? me has nothing.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! as sad as my love.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! without piti? who turns me around.
Sixi? me ?Tagus,
A phono gets angry
To the rab? expensive
And the farandole
M's? my words
Come in without knocking.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! who's between? not in the suburbs.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! as sad as my love.
But you press her? re rengaine,
Who had so much grief,
One day, he forgot his sorrows,
And? did that a beautiful morning,
The song? be less sad.
My c? ur was not coming back
And My Neighbor The Pianist
Made a java.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! who gives me love sickness.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! without piti? who turns me around.
The piano replaces
The phono in front
For the rab? expensive
And the farandole
Turn, turn and fly
Like a wind of?t?.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! which hangs under the lampshade.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! who gives me love sickness.
Then the second? me rengaine,
Who had nothing at all,
H? rita, a day of vein,
Of a happiness of four sous,
Because happiness, ?a exists.
Is this work? fa? one,
So the two of us, my pianist,
We did the song again.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! as beautiful as my beautiful love.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! wonderful that revolves around me.
All pianos dance,
All phonos dance.
That it's good to dance,
And the farandole
Turn, turn and fly,
Turn? break everything.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! flying to the faubourg.
It's an air, Ah ! Ah! as beautiful as my beautiful love