Edith Piaf — Tatave song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tatave" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
La venue au monde, c’est un vrai char.
'y a de p? riodes pour les veinards
Puis d’autres o? ne naissent que des cloches.
Tac tacatactac — tsoin tsoin.
Tatave, c’est l? qu’il s’est trouv?.
Il a tir?, tir?
A la loterie de l’existence
La s? rie des ceu’ze qu’ont pas de chance,
Des pas beaux gosses et des paum? s,
Des ceu’ze qui bectent? la cuisine,
Qui marchent? c? t? de leurs bottines
Et qui doivent jamais la ramener.
Tatave ! Tatave !
Il? tait pas g? t? !
Dans ces cas-l?, sans h? siter,
La raison commande de chercher,
Sans tarder une consolation.
Tac tacatactac — tsoin tsoin.
Tatave, dans le pi? ge, il est tomb?.
Il a tir?, tir?
Au jeu de l’amour, une mauvaise br? me,
Un de ces lots qui disent «comme on s’aime»
Juste? la veille de vous doubler,
De ces filles ardentes et si belles
Que rien semble assez beau pour elles
Tant on craint de les voir se tirer.
Tatave ! Tatave !
Cette m? me, elle t’a quimp? e !
D? s qu’il e? t connu cette souris,
Tatave alla chercher le grisby
Indispensable pour la g? ter.
Tac tacatactac — tsoin tsoin.
Tatave,? ce truc-l?, s’est mouill?.
Il a tir?, tir?
Sur l’employ? qui faisait de la rebiffe,
Tir? sur deux mecs de la renifle
Qui surgissaient, enfouraill? s,
Pas press? s de mourir, les perdreaux
A cette pomme, ont pas fait de cadeau.
Tatave su’l’tas il est tomb?.
Tatave ! Tatave ! Tatave, il t’a repass? …
Tatave ! Tatave ! Le jeu? tait truqu…
Pauvre Tatave
Lyrics translation
The coming into the world is a real tank.
'y a de p? riodes for lucky people
Then others o? only bells are born.
Tac tacatactac-tsoin tsoin.
Tatave, is that l? what happened?.
He shot? shooting?
A lottery of existence
The s? of those who have no luck,
Beautiful kids and paum steps? s,
What are you drinking? kitchen,
Who walk? c? t? from their ankle boots
And who must never bring her back.
Tatave ! Tatave !
He? isn't that g? t? !
In these cases-l? without h? siter,
The reason commands to search,
Without delay a consolation.
Tac tacatactac-tsoin tsoin.
Tatave, in the pi? ge, is he tomb?.
He shot? shooting?
At the game of love, a bad br? I,
One of those lots that says " how we love each other»
Fair? the day before you double,
From these fiery and so beautiful girls
That nothing seems beautiful enough for them
We're so afraid to see them get away.
Tatave ! Tatave !
This m? me, she quimp you? e !
D? what is it? t known this mouse,
Tatave went to fetch the grisby
Essential for g? ter.
Tac tacatactac-tsoin tsoin.
Tatave,? what trick it? got wet?.
He shot? shooting?
On the job? who was rebuffing,
Shooting? on two guys sniffing
Who came up, enfouraill? s,
No press? s to die, the Partridges
To this Apple, have not made a gift.
Tatave Su'l'tas he is tomb?.
Tatave ! Tatave ! Tatave, did he iron you? …
Tatave ! Tatave ! The game? tait trick…
Poor Tatave