Edith Piaf — Mon Amant De La Coloniale song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mon Amant De La Coloniale" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Il? tait fort et puis si tendre
Que, d? s notre premi? re nuit,
Je sentais que je ne pourrais plus me reprendre,
Et pour toujours, j'?tais? lui.
Je voyais toutes les femmes lui sourire.
Moi, je me cramponnais? son bras
Et je les regardais comme pour leur dire:
«Il est? moi, et je l’l?che pas !»
C'?tait un gars de la Coloniale.
Il avait l?, partant du front
Et descendant jusqu’au menton,
Une cicatrice en diagonale,
Des cheveux noirs, des yeux si p? les,
La peau br? l?e par le soleil.
J’en ai plus jamais vu de pareils
A mon amant de la Coloniale.
Des fois, quand il avait la fi? vre,
Il parlait trop et j’avais peur.
Je mettais la main sur ses l? vres
Pour pas conna? tre le fond de son c? ur Car je sentais que, dans son? me,
Y avait des larmes et du cafard.
Longtemps, j’ai cru que c'?tait une femme.
Quand j’ai compris, c'?tait trop tard…
Lorsque j’ai connu ma rivale,
Alors j’ai serr? fort mes bras
Pour que cette grande garce de la Coloniale
Lui foute la paix et ne me le vole pas
Et lui, il m’avait dit: «Je reste»
Mais un beau jour, il est reparti
Vers ce pays que je d? teste
Dont il r? vait souvent la nuit.
C'?tait un gars de la Coloniale.
Il portait l?, partant du front
Et descendant jusqu’au menton,
Une cicatrice en diagonale.
Je reverrai plus ses beaux yeux p? les,
Ses yeux qui n’ont pas leur pareil.
Il est reparti vers son soleil,
Mon bel amant de la Coloniale…
Lyrics translation
He? tait strong and then so tender
What, d? s our prize? re Night,
I felt that I could not recover,
And forever, I?tais? it.
I could see all the women smiling at him.
I was clinging? his arm
And I looked at them as if to tell them:
"He is? me, and I l?che pas !»
C'?it was a guy from the Colonial.
He had l?, starting from the front
And down to the chin,
A diagonal scar,
Black hair, eyes so p? the,
The br skin? l?e by the sun.
I've never seen anything like it before.
To my Colonial lover.
Sometimes when he had fi? goat,
He talked too much and I was scared.
I was getting my hands on his l? vres
Not conna? be the bottom of his c? ur because I felt that in her? I,
There were tears and cockroach.
Long time I believed that it?it was a woman.
When did I get it?shut up too late…
When I met my rival,
So I'm tight? strong my arms
So that this big bitch of the Colonial
Fuck his peace and don't steal it from me
And he said to me, " I'm staying»
But one fine day he left
To this country I d? tested
Of which he r? often used at night.
C'?it was a guy from the Colonial.
He was wearing l?, starting from the front
And down to the chin,
A diagonal scar.
Will I ever see her pretty eyes again, p? the,
His eyes that are not like them.
He went back to his sun,
My beautiful lover of colonial…