Edith Piaf — Mariage song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mariage" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Six heures, Place de la Trinit?,
Quand le coup de feu a claqu?
Juste en face du petit caf?.
La dame qui avait tir?
Regardait d’un air? tonn?
L’homme en gris qui? tait tomb?.
On ajouta un num? ro Sur le registre de bureau
Du commissariat de police.
La dame, elle ne veut pas parler
Et quand le juge est fatigu?,
Elle bavarde avec son pass…
Dire que tout? a a commenc?
En m? me temps qu’un soleil d'?t?
Qui avait l’air fait pour durer
Et le soleil s'?tait pos?
Sur un jeune homme en gris fonc?
Qui avait l’air fait pour danser.
Alors, bien s? r, elle a vals?
Et puis apr? s, l’a embrass?
Il n’en faut pas plus pour aimer.
On ajouta un num? ro Sur le registre de bureau
De la mairie du quatorzi? me.
Alors, tout devient merveilleux.
Dans les beaux r? ves, on ne fait pas mieux.
La dame, elle en ferme les yeux.
Elle revoit, elle revoit
Le seul jour de da vie, je crois
O? elle a fait un signe de croix
Car tout? tait miraculeux.
L'?glise chantait rien que pour eux
Et m? me le pauvre? tait heureux.
C’est l’amour qui faisait sa tourn? e Et, de l?-haut,? toutes vol? es Les cloches criaient: «Vive la mari? e !»
Sonnez, sonnez, carillonnez !
S’il a jur? fid? lit?,
Il a menti, le bien-aim?.
Sonnez, sonnez, carillonnez !
Il a jur? fid? lit?
Il a menti, le bien-aim…
Carillonnez …
Lyrics translation
Six o'clock, Place de la Trinit?,
When did the shot go down?
Right in front of the little caf?.
The lady who was shooting?
Was looking at it? tonn?
The man in Gray who? tait tomb?.
Should we add a number? ro on the desktop registry
From the police station.
The lady, she does not want to talk
And when the judge is tired?,
She chats with her pass…
Say that all? a a commenc?
In m? me time that a sun of?t?
That looked made to last
And the sun's?tait pos?
On a young man in dark gray?
Who looked like he was meant to dance.
So, of course? r, Did she waltz?
And then apr? s, did he burn it?
It doesn't take more to love.
Should we add a number? ro on the desktop registry
From the quatorzi town hall? I.
Then everything becomes wonderful.
In the beautiful r? see, we don't do any better.
The lady, she closes her eyes.
She revises, she revises
The only day of my life, I believe
Or? she made a sign of the cross
Because everything? it was miraculous.
L'?glise sang Just for them
And m? me poor? be happy.
Is it love that was turning? e and, of L?- high,? all theft? es the bells shouted: "Long Live the husband? e !»
Ring, Ring, Chime !
If he swears? fid? lit?,
He lied, the good-aim?.
Ring, Ring, Chime !
Did he swear? fid? lit?
He lied, the good-aim…
Chime …