Edith Piaf — L'homme à la moto song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'homme à la moto" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.
Jamais il ne se coiffait, jamais il ne se lavait
Les ongles pleins de cambouis mais sur les biceps il avait
Un tatouage avec un c? ur bleu sur la peau bleme
Et juste? l’int?rieur, on lisait: 'Maman je t’aime'
Il avait une petite amie du nom de Marie-Lou
On la prenait en piti?, une enfant de son? ge Car tout le monde savait bien qu’il aimait entre tout
Sa chienne de moto bien davantage.
Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto
Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon
Semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.
Marie-Lou la pauvre fille l’implora, le supplia
Dit: 'Ne pars pas ce soir, je vais pleurer si tu t’en vas'
Mais les mots furent perdus, ses larmes pareillement
Dans le bruit de la machine et du tuyau d'?chappement
Il bondit comme un diable avec des flammes dans les yeux
Au passage? niveau, ce fut comme un? clair de feu
Contre une locomotive qui filait vers le midi
Et quand on d? barrassa les d? bris.
On trouva sa culotte, ses bottes de moto
Son blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos
Mais plus rien de la moto et plus rien de ce d? mon
Qui semait la terreur dans toute la r? gion.
Lyrics translation
He wore panties, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His bike that went like a cannon ball
Spread terror all over the r? region.
He never did his hair, he never washed
Nails full of bunches but on the biceps he had
A tattoo with a c? ur blue on bleme skin
And fair? the int?laughing, we read: 'Mom I love you'
He had a girlfriend named Marie-Lou
We used to take it in piti?, a child of his? ge because everyone knew well that he loved between everything
His motorcycle bitch much more.
He wore panties, motorcycle boots
A black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
His bike that went like a cannon ball
Spread terror all over the r? region.
Marie-Lou the poor girl begged him, begged him
Says, 'Don't leave tonight, I'll cry if you leave'
But the words were lost, his tears likewise
In the noise of the machine and pipe?chappement
He leaps like a devil with flames in his eyes
By the way? level, it was like one? Fire clear
Against a locomotive that was spinning towards the South
And when we d? Barrasa les d? breakage.
We found his panties, his motorcycle boots
Her black leather jacket with an eagle on her back
But no more of the bike and no more of this d? my
Who was spreading terror all over the r? region.