Edith Piaf — Coup de grisou song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Coup de grisou" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
C'?tait un homm' sans condition,
Un typ' qu’avait pas d’ambition,
Pourtant, Bon Dieu ! qu’il ?tait fort.
Il n’avait pas d’situation
Et il travaillait au charbon
Dans les villes noires du Nord.
On l’avait app’l?: «Coup d’grisou»
Un jour qu’il ?tait en col? re Et qu’il avait mis sens d’ssus d’ssous
Tout un bistro avec les verres.
A forc' de peiner dans le noir,
Il n’aimait qu’la couleur du soir.
Le soleil lui br? lait les yeux.
Le grand jour l’emp?chait d’parler.
C'?tait un dieu d’l’obscurit?,
Un dieu bien triste et malheureux,
Un dieu bien triste et malheureux
Car il aimait par-dessus tout
Un' fill' des plain’s aux cheveux roux,
Roux comm' les sarments des vignes,
Des cheveux o? la lumi? r' pleut.
?a l’for?ait? cligner des yeux
Comm' si l’soleil lui faisait sign'.
Ell' l’emmenait dans les moissons
Par les frais chemins du dimanche.
Tout? tait clair, tout? tait blond
Et la clart? prenait sa r’vanche.
?a lui f’sait mal derri? r' le front
Mais il faisait des concessions.
Dame, il essayait d'?tre heureux.
C’est comm' ?a qu’on perd un amour.
Ell' l’a tromp? par un beau jour
Avec un qui aimait l’ciel bleu,
Avec un qui aimait l’ciel bleu.
Quand «Coup d’grisou» a tout appris,
Il travaillait au fond du puits
Tout luisant de reflets tout noirs
Pendant dix s’cond’s il n’a rien dit
Et puis d’un seul coup? a l’a pris.
Ah ! c'?tait pas joli? voir,
Rien qu'? l’entendre on s’demandait
Si l’diable n'?tait pas sous terre.
Probabl' que? a lui ressemblait
Puisqu’il a tout foutu par terre.
Quand l’vrai grisou s’en est m? l?,
A eux deux, ils ont fait sauter
La terre, la mine et tout l’fourbi !
Apr? s trois jours on l’a r’mont?
Avec sa part d'?ternit?
Et quand on l’a sorti du puits,
La lumi? r' se moquait de lui.
Le soleil donnait un gala
Pour l’emb?ter un' derni? r' fois
Mais Coup d’grisou ?tait gu? ri:
Il avait? pous? la nuit…
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Lyrics translation
C'?be a man without conditions,
A typist who had no ambition,
Yet, For God's Sake ! that he ?shut up.
He had no situation
And he worked in coal
In the black cities of the North.
We had it app'l?: "Shot of firedamp»
One day he ?was he in a collar? re and that he had put ssus meaning of ssus
Quite a bistro with glasses.
Forced to grieve in the dark,
He only liked the evening color.
The sun br him? milk the eyes.
Big day emp?just talk.
C'?was a god of darkness?,
A very sad and unhappy God,
A very sad and unhappy God
Because he loved above all else
A red-haired plain's fill,
Roux comm ' the branches of the vines,
Hair o? the worlds? it's raining.
?a l'for?ait? blink of an eye
As if the sun had signaled him.
He took her to the harvest
By the cool Sunday paths.
Everything? is everything clear? tait blonde
What about clarity? took his revenge.
?does he know wrong behind? r ' Le front
But he made concessions.
Ma'am, was he trying to?be happy.
Is that comm' ?to lose a love.
Did he tromp you? on a beautiful day
With one who loved the blue sky,
With someone who loved the blue sky.
When "shot of firedamp" learned everything,
He worked at the bottom of the well
All glistening with all black reflections
For Ten s'cond's he didn't say anything
And then all at once? a took it.
Ah! c'?isn't that pretty? see,
Just what? hear it we wondered
If the devil doesn't?don't be underground.
Probabl' what? looked like him
Since he threw it all away.
When did the real grisou go? l?,
They blew them both up.
The land, the mine and all the scoundrel !
Apr? three days we got him back?
With his share of?tarnished?
And when we pulled him out of the well,
The worlds? r ' made fun of him.
The sun gave a gala
For emb?ter un'derni? R ' times
But firedamp?tait gu? laugh:
He had? pous? night…
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