Edith Piaf — Il pleut song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il pleut" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Il pleut.
Les p? pins, tristes compagnons,
Comme d’immenses champignons,
Sortent un par un des maisons.
Il pleut
Et toute la ville est mouill? e.
Les maisons se sont enrhum? es.
Les goutti? res ont la goutte au nez.
Il pleut.
Comme dirig? s par un appel,
Les oiseaux d? sertent le ciel.
Nuages et loups,
Les fen? tres, une larme? l'?il
Semblent toutes porter le deuil
Des beaux jours.
Il pleut
Et l’on entend des clapotis.
La ville n’a plus d’harmonie.
Solitaires, les rues s’ennuient.
Il pleut…
J'?coute,
Quand s'?goutte
La pluie qui me d? go?te
Sur les chemins des routes
Et, partout alentour,
Les gouttes
Qui s’en foutent
Ne savent pas sans doute
Que mon c? ur en d? route
A perdu son amour…
Il pleut.
Les p? pins, tristes compagnons,
Comme d’immenses champignons,
Sortent un par un des maisons.
Il pleut
Et toute la ville est mouill? e.
Les maisons se sont enrhum? es.
Les goutti? res ont la goutte au nez.
Il pleut.
La nature est charg? e d’ennui.
L?-haut, tout est v? tu de gris.
Le ciel est boudeur.
Le nez aplati au carreau,
J’attends, laissant couler le flot de mes pleurs.
Il pleur.
Dans mon c? ur aux r? ves perdus,
Sur mon amour comme dans la rue
Et sur mes peines sans issue,
Il pleut…
Lyrics translation
It's raining.
The p's? Pines, sad companions,
Like huge mushrooms,
Come out one by one of the houses.
It's raining
And the whole town is wet? e.
The houses got cold? BSC.
The goutti? res have gout in the nose.
It's raining.
How do I run? s by a call,
Birds d? clasped the sky.
Clouds and Wolves,
Fen? tres, a tear? l'?it
They all seem to be mourning
Nice days.
It's raining
And you can hear claps.
The city has no harmony.
Lonely, the streets are bored.
It's raining…
J'?hearken,
When's?drop
The rain that gives me? go?tee
On the roads of the roads
And, everywhere around,
Drop
Who cares
Probably do not know
That my c? ur en d? road
Lost his love…
It's raining.
The p's? Pines, sad companions,
Like huge mushrooms,
Come out one by one of the houses.
It's raining
And the whole town is wet? e.
The houses got cold? BSC.
The goutti? res have gout in the nose.
It's raining.
Nature is charg? E of boredom.
L?- high, Everything Is v? you in gray.
The sky is sullen.
The nose flattened to the tile,
I wait, letting the flow of my tears flow.
He's crying.
In my c? ur aux r? you see lost,
On My Love Like on the street
And on my dead end sorrows,
It's raining…