Edith Piaf — Traqué song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Traqué" by Edith Piaf.
Lyrics
Voyez cet homme qui court, qui court
Parmi la ville et les avenues.
Voyez cet homme qui court, qui court
Parmi la ville, à cœur perdu.
Mais qu’a-t-il fait?
A-t-il volé?
A-t-il tué?
Nul ne sait, nul ne sait, nul ne sait…
Est-il traqué
Par son passé
Qui court après?
Moi je sais, moi je sais, moi je sais…
Il court, il court en bousculant
Sur son passage même les enfants
Et toute la ville et tous les gens
Lui montrent le poing en passant.
Voyez cet homme qui court, qui court
Parmi les rues et les avenues.
Voyez cet homme qui court, qui court
Parmi la ville, à cœur perdu.
Ce qu’il a fait:
Il a tué…
Pour qui? Pourquoi?
Moi je sais, moi je sais, moi je sais…
Il est traqué
Et c’est chez moi
Qu’on est venu le chercher, le chercher, le chercher…
Sa seule chance est de partir
Et, comme un fou, il va s’enfuir.
Jusqu'à la fin,
Il va courir.
Peut-être bien
Jusqu'à mourir…
Jusqu’au grand fleuve
Qui coule là-bas,
Jouant sa vie à pile ou face,
Et puis, mon Dieu, que le temps passe
Mais cette histoire… ne regarde que moi…
Que moi…
Que moi…
Que moi…
Que moi…
Lyrics translation
See this man running, running
Between the city and the avenues.
See this man running, running
Among the city, heartbroken.
But what did he do?
Did he steal?
Did he kill?
No one knows, no one knows, no one knows…
Is it tracked
In his past
Who runs after?
I know, I know, I know…
He runs, he runs rushing
In its path even children
And the whole city and all the people
Show him the fist by the way.
See this man running, running
Among the streets and avenues.
See this man running, running
Among the city, heartbroken.
What he did:
He killed…
For whom? Why?
I know, I know, I know…
He's being tracked down.
And it's my house
That we came to get him, to get him, to get him…
His only chance is to leave.
And, like a madman, he's going to run away.
To the end,
He's gonna run.
Maybe well
Till I die…
To the Great River
Flowing there,
Playing his life to the pile or face,
And then, my God, that time passes
But this story ... is none of my business.…
Than me…
Than me…
Than me…
Than me…