Edith Piaf — Le petit brouillard song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le petit brouillard" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Qui vous transperce jusqu’aux os Et qui se colle? Votre peau
Il me semble le voir encore
Le soir o? Son copain du port
Lui apporta le faux passeport
Et son visa pour Buenos Aires
J’ignore ce qu’il avait fait
Je n’avais compris qu’une chose:
Que sa derni? Re chance? Tait
Qu’il prenne ce navire? L’aube
Et quand vint l’heure du d? Part
Je re? Us son dernier regard
Dans le petit matin blafard
D? Chir? Par les sir? Nes
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Qui nous transperce jusqu’aux os Et qui se colle? Votre peau
La passerelle? Tait lev? E Et c’est quand je l’ai cru sauv?
Que des hommes sont arriv? S Et l’on fait redescendre? Terre
J’ignore ce qu’il avait fait
Mais, pour ne pas me compromettre
Il passa menottes aux poignets
Sans avoir l’air de me conna? Tre
Et depuis qu’ils l’ont emmen?
Je pense? Lui des jours entiers
En regardant les longs courriers
Diminuer et dispara? Tre
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard…
Lyrics translation
Still that dirty little fog
Still that dirty little cockroach
Who pierces you to the bone and sticks? Your skin
It seems to me to see it again
In the evening o? Her port buddy
Brought him the fake passport
And his visa to Buenos Aires
I don't know what he did.
I only understood one thing:
That its last? Re chance? Silence
Take this ship? Dawn
And when did it come time for d? Share
I re? Us his last look
In the early morning blafard
D? Chir? By the CRS? Born
Still that dirty little fog
Still that dirty little cockroach
Who pierces us to the bone and sticks? Your skin
The bridge? Tait lev? And that's when I thought he was saved?
That men have arrived? S and we make it back down? Land
I don't know what he did.
But, so as not to compromise myself
He put handcuffs on his wrists
Without looking familiar? Three
And since they took him?
I think? Him whole days
Watching the long couriers
Decrease and shot? Three
Still that dirty little fog
Still that dirty little cockroach
Still that dirty little fog
Still that dirty little cockroach
Still that dirty little fog
Still that dirty little cockroach…