Gilbert Bécaud — Don Juan song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Don Juan" by Gilbert Bécaud.
Lyrics
Finie la mascarade,
Et bien fini le joli c ur,
Car Don Juan, Don Juan est malade,
Mais Don Juan se meurt.
Elodie, Christine et Sylvie,
Dolorès et la Lolita,
Pour compter les femmes de sa vie,
Il n’a plus assez de ses doigts.
Sylvie, Christine et caetera, ole, olé,
Elodie, Christine et Sylvie
L’abandonnent en ce triste jour,
Lui, Don Juan, qui leur a appris
Les évangiles de l’amour,
Ingratitude et vilenies.
Olé ! Olé !
Demain les maris de la ville
Pourront dormir tranquilles,
Car Don Juan, Don Juan, Don Juan sera parti.
Mais la nuit son fantôme énorme
Hantera les femmes qui dorment
Dans les bras de leur mari,
Elodie, Christine et Sylvie.
Il entend, sortant de l'école,
Des enfants qui poussent des cris
Et le rebut d’une Espagnole
Avoir un fils criant aussi, olé, olé.
Demain, les maris de la ville
Pourront dormir tranquilles,
Car Don Juan, Don Juan ne sera plus.
Ils pourront, devant leurs tisanes,
Contempler leurs honnêtes femmes
Sans craindre pour leur vertu.
Allez me chercher Lolita, Elodie, Christine et Sylvie.
Je n’veux pas mourir comme ça.
J’ai encore bien assez de vie
Pour les tromper toutes à la fois, olé.
Il n’aura pas de médaille
Pourtant l’histoire dira de lui:
Il est mort sur son champ de bataille
son… lit !
Olé !
Lyrics translation
The Masquerade is over,
And well finished the pretty heart,
Because Don Juan, Don Juan is sick,
But Don Juan dies.
Elodie, Christine and Sylvie,
Dolores and the Lolita,
To count the women of his life,
He can't get enough of his fingers.
Sylvie, Christine and caetera, ole, ole,
Elodie, Christine and Sylvie
Abandon him on this sad day,
He, Don Juan, who taught them
The Gospels of love,
Ingratitude and villainy.
Olé ! Olé !
Tomorrow the husbands of the city
Will be able to sleep peacefully,
Because Don Juan, Don Juan, Don Juan will be gone.
But at night his huge ghost
Will haunt sleeping women
In the arms of their husband,
Elodie, Christine and Sylvie.
He hears, coming out of school,
Children screaming
And the waste of a Spanish woman
Have a son screaming too, olé, olé.
Tomorrow, the husbands of the city
Will be able to sleep peacefully,
Because Don Juan, Don Juan will be gone.
They will be able, in front of their herbal teas,
Contemplating their honest women
Without fear for their virtue.
Go Get Me Lolita, Elodie, Christine and Sylvie.
I don't want to die like this.
I still have enough life
To fool them all at once, olé.
He won't have a medal
Yet history will tell of him:
He died on his battlefield
his ... bed !
Olé !