Edith Piaf — Ding-Din Don song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ding-Din Don" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Quand il naquit, son p? re sa m? re,
Depuis longtemps, ne s’aimaient plus.
?a fait qu’il arriva sur terre
Un peu comme un enfant perdu.
Quand on est m? me, ?a vous d? go?te
De ne jamais rire de tout son c? ur,
Alors, tr? s jeune, il prit la route
Et s’enfuit chercher le bonheur.
Ding Din Dong, chantons sa plainte.
Ding Din Dong, chantons-la donc.
Il chercha dans la solitude.
Il chercha aussi dans le bruit.
De chercher, ayant l’habitude,
Quand il le trouva, il s’enfuit.
Puis il aima, elle? tait blonde.
Elle l’aimait bien, oui mais voil?:
Elle se donnait? tout le monde.
Il la battit puis s’en alla.
Il se dit: «Les blondes sont volages,
Mais les cheveux noirs c’est plus s? rieux.»
Il prit un brune, promit mariage,
Pensant qu’cette fois il s’rait heureux.
Au bout de cinq? six semaines,
Elle s’ennuyait? la maison.
«Vraiment», dit-il, «je n’ai pas d’veine.
Elle a pourtant pas les ch’veux blonds.»
Il ne savait pas que les femmes,
?a n’aime pas l’bonheur quotidien
Et l’pauvre gar? on s’torturait l'?me:
«Mais j’l’aime… mon Dieu… Ah que j’l’aime bien.»
Et, mordu par la jalousie,
Y n’savait plus que s’lamenter.
«On va m’la prendre, elle est jolie.»
Alors il voulut la tuer.
Mais elle? tait vraiment fid? le.
Il l’aimait tant qu’il pr? f?ra
Se faire sauter la cervelle.
Il en mourut et puis voil?.
Si cette histoire vous fait rire,
C’est que vous n’avez rien compris.
Il cherchait le bonheur, le pire
Est qu’il trouva la mort, tant pis…
Ding Din Dong, finit sa plainte…
Ding Din Dong, et Ding et Dong…
Lyrics translation
When was his father born? re m? re,
For a long time no longer loved each other.
?made it come to Earth
Kind of like a lost child.
When we're m? me,?to you d? go?tee
Never laugh at all his c? ur,
So, tr? s young, he took the road
And runs away for happiness.
Ding Din Dong, let's sing his complaint.
Ding Din Dong, let's sing it.
He searched in solitude.
He also looked in the noise.
To seek, having the habit,
When he found him, he ran away.
Then he loved her? tait blonde.
She liked him, yes, but voil?:
Did she get along? everybody.
He beat her and then left.
He says to himself: "blondes are fickle,
But black hair is more s? rieux.»
He took a brunette, promised marriage,
Thinking that this time he was happy.
After five? six weeks,
Was she bored? house.
"Really," he says, " I have no vein.
She doesn't have blonde hair.»
He did not know that women,
?a does not like everyday happiness
What about poor gar? torture each other?I:
"But I love him ... my God ... Oh, I love him.»
And, bitten by jealousy,
All she could do was whine.
"We're going to take her from me, she's pretty.»
So he wanted to kill her.
But her? is it really fid? the.
He loved her so much that he pr? f?ra
Blow his brains out.
He died of it and then voil?.
If this story makes you laugh,
It's just that you didn't understand anything.
He was looking for happiness, the worst
Is that he found death, too bad…
Ding out of Dong, finished his complaint…
Ding Din Dong, and Ding and Dong…