Edith Piaf — La petite boutique song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La petite boutique" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Je sais, dans un quartier d? sert,
Un coin qui se donne des airs
De province aristocratique.
J’y d? couvris l’autre saison,
Encastr? e entre deux maisons,
Une miniscule boutique.
Un beau chat noir? tait vautr?
Sur le seuil quand je suis entr? e.
Il leva sur moi ses prunelles
Puis il eut l’air en me voyant
De se dire: «Tiens ! Un client…
Quelle chose sensationnelle !»
Ce magazin d’antiquit?s
Excitait ma curiosit?
Par sa d? su?te apparence.
Une clochette au son f? l?
Se mit? tintinnabuler.
Dans le calme et ti? de silence,
Soudain, sorti je ne sais d’o?,
Un petit vieillard aux yeux doux
Me fit un grand salut baroque
Et j’eus l'?trange sentiment
De vivre un tr? s ancien moment
Fort? loign? de notre? poque.
Je marchandais un vieux bouquin
Dont la reliure en maroquin
Gardait l’odeur des chambres closes
Lorsque, je ne sais trop comment,
Je me mis, au bout d’un moment,
A parler de tout autre chose
Mais le vieux ne connaissait rien.
Quel? tonnement fut le mien
De constater que le bonhomme
Ne savait rien, ?videmment,
Des faits et des? v?nements
Qui passionnaient les autres hommes.
Il ignorait tout de ce temps,
Aussi bien les gens importants
Que les plus c? l?bres affaires
Et c'?tait peut-?tre cela
Qui, dans ce tranquille coin-l?,
Cr? ait cette? trange atmosph? re.
J’acquis le bouquin poussi? reux
Et je partis le c? ur heureux.
Le chat noir, toujours impassible,
Dans un petit clignement d’yeux
Parut me dire, malicieux:
«Tu ne croyais pas? a possible …»
Je m’en allai, et puis voil?.
Mon anecdote finit l?
Car cette histoire ne comprend
Ni chute, ni moralit?
Mais quand je suis trop affect? e Par le potins que l’on colporte,
Par les scandales d? go?tants,
Par les proc? d?s r? voltants
Des requins de la politique,
Afin de mieux m'?loigner d’eux
Je vais passer une heure ou deux
Dans cette petite boutique…
Lyrics translation
I know, in a neighborhood d? serve,
A corner that gives itself air
Aristocratic province.
Do I? covered the other season,
Embed? e between two houses,
A tiny shop.
A beautiful black cat? tait vautr?
On the threshold when I came in? e.
He lifted up his prunes on me
Then he looked as if he saw me
To say: "Here ! Customer…
What a sensational thing !»
What antique shop?s
Excited my curiosity?
She looks like a d? su?your appearance.
A bell with an f sound? l?
Mit? jingle.
In the quiet and you? silence,
Suddenly, out I do not know o?,
A sweet-eyed little old man
Made me a great Baroque salute
And I had the?trange feeling
To live a tr? s Old moment
Strong? loign? from ours? era.
I was haggling over an old book.
Of which the binding in Moroccan
Kept the smell of closed rooms
When, I don't really know how,
I put myself, after a while,
To talk about anything else
But the old man knew nothing.
What? tone was mine
To find that the good man
Did not know anything, ?obviously,
Facts and? v?nements
Who were passionate about other men.
He didn't know all that time.,
As well important people
That the most c? l?business
And that?tait can?tre cela
Who in this quiet corner?,
Cr? have this? trange atmosph? re.
Do I get the book pousi? reux
And I left the c? ur happy.
The black cat, always impassive,
In a blink of an eye
Seemed to tell me, mischievous:
"You didn't believe? a possible …»
I left, and then voil?.
My anecdote ends there?
Because this story does not understand
No fall, no morals?
But when I'm too affected? e by the gossip that is peddled,
By the scandals d? go?tants,
By the prosecutors? d?s r? voltants
Sharks of politics,
In order to better m'?distance from them
I'll spend an hour or two
In this small shop…