Jeanne Moreau — J'ai la mémoire qui flanche song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "J'ai la mémoire qui flanche" by Jeanne Moreau.
Lyrics
J’ai la mémoire qui flanche
J’me souviens plus très bien
Comme il était très musicien
Il jouait beaucoup des mains
Tout entre nous a commencé
Par un très long baiser
Sur la veine bleutée du poignet
Un long baiser sans fin.
J’ai la mémoire qui flanche
J’me souviens plus très bien
Quel pouvait être son prénom
Et quel était son nom
Il s’appelait Je l’appelais
Comment l’appelait-ton?
Pourtant c’est fou ce que j’aimais
L’appeler par son nom.
J’ai la mémoire qui flanche
J’me souviens plus très bien
De quell' couleur étaient ses yeux?
J’crois pas qu’ils étaient bleus.
Etaient-ils verts, étaient-ils gris?
Etaient-ils vert de gris?
Ou changeaient-ils tout l’temps d’couleur
Pour un non pour un oui?
J’ai la mémoire qui flanche
J’me souviens plus très bien
Habitait-il ce vieil hôtel
Bourré de musiciens
Pendant qu’il me, pendant que je Pendant qu’on f’sait la fête
Tous ces saxos, ces clarinettes
Qui me tournaient la tête.
J’ai la mémoire qui flanche
J’me souviens plus très bien
Lequel de nous deux s’est lassé
De l’autre le premier?
Etait-ce moi? Etait-ce lui?
Etait-ce donc moi ou lui?
Tout c’que je sais c’est que depuis
Je n’sais plus qui je suis
J’ai la mémoire qui flanche
J’me souviens plus très bien
Voilà qu’après toutes ces nuits blanches
Il me reste plus rien
Rien qu’un p’tit air qu’il sifflotait
Chaque jour en se rasant
Pa pou di dou da di dou di Pa pou di dou da di dou
(Merci à bénédicte pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
I have a weak memory
I remember more very well
As he was very musician
He played a lot of hands
Everything between us started
By a very long kiss
On the bluish vein of the wrist
A long, endless kiss.
I have a weak memory
I remember more very well
What could be his first name
And what was his name
His name was I called him
What was your name?
Yet it's crazy what I loved
Call him by his name.
I have a weak memory
I remember more very well
What color were his eyes?
I don't think they were blue.
Were they green, were they Gray?
Were they gray green?
Or did they change color all the time
For a no for a yes?
I have a weak memory
I remember more very well
Did he live in this old hotel
Full of musicians
While he me, while I While we know the party
All these Saxons, these clarinets
They were turning my head.
I have a weak memory
I remember more very well
Which one of us got tired
On the other the first?
Was that me? Was that him?
So was it me or him?
All I know is that since
I don't know who I am anymore
I have a weak memory
I remember more very well
After all these sleepless nights
I have nothing left.
Nothing but a little air he whistled
Every day shaving
Pa Pou Di dou da di dou di Pa pou Di dou da di dou
(Thank you to Benedict for these words)