Michel Delpech — J'Ai Revu La Cigarette song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "J'Ai Revu La Cigarette" by Michel Delpech.
Lyrics
J’ai revu la cigarette au bar-tabac, juste en d’ssous d’la carotte
Elle tait l, alors j’l’ai prise en stop
Entre mes doigts, elle avait la tremblote
peine rev’nue, l, sur mes lvres
Elle m’a gliss «J'ai vu l’enfer, tu sais?»
«Ils ont tous tir sur elle boulets rouges» m’a souffl son bout-filtre
«Ils m’ont grille!» elle m’a dit, pathtique
«Ont dit qu’je tuais! Et le sucre? Et les chips?
Ils m’ont chasse des lieux publics
O, mine de rien, je donnais un coup d' main
Sans moi, sans moi, regardez-moi d’quoi ils ont l’air
Sans mes volutes, mon atmosphre, les restaurants, les p’tits cafs?
Sans moi, sans moi, c’est les rveurs qui ont trinqu
Ils ont tous vite oubli ces russites o, quand mme, j’ai ma part!
Imagine-t-on Nicoprive et Gainsbarre
Casablanca avec un patch Bogart?
Qui m’aurait dit qu’aprs l’amour, Htel du Nord, on m’allum’rait dehors?
Sans moi, sans moi, malgr l’alcool qui garde son job
Dans les quartets des Cotton Club, les saxos sonnent aseptiss
Sans moi, sans moi, regarde l’ambiance! Comme au muse!
Sans moi, sans moi, il va falloir vous respirer!
Sans moi, sans moi, il va falloir vous respirer!
Sans moi, sans moi, il va falloir vous respirer
Lyrics translation
I saw the cigarette again at the bar-tabac, just in ssous of the carrot
She was silent, so I stopped her.
Between my fingers, she had the tremble
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
She said, " I've seen hell, you know?»
"They all shot at her red balls" blew me his tip-filter
"They grid me!"she told me, pathtique
"Said I was killing! What about sugar? What about the chips?
They chased me from public places
O, nothing, I was giving a hand
Without me, without me, look at what they look like
Without my volutes, my atmosphere, the restaurants, the little cafs?
Without me, without me, it is the rveurs who have trinqu
They all quickly forgot these russites O, when Ma'am, I have my share!
Imagine Nicoprive and Gainsbarre
Casablanca with a Bogart patch?
Who would have told me that after Love, North Htel, I'd be lit outside?
Without me, without me, despite the alcohol that keeps his job
In the Cotton Club quartets, saxos sound aseptiss
Without me, without me, look at the mood! Like The muse!
Without me, without me, you'll have to breathe!
Without me, without me, you'll have to breathe!
Without me, without me, you'll have to breathe