Juliette Gréco — Lola la rengaine song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lola la rengaine" by Juliette Gréco.
Lyrics
Un Pernod, un porto, un calva
Un pastis, un whisky, une vodka
Un bourbon, un Picon, un coca
Un vieux marc, un Ricard, un blanc sec
Une Pelforth, liqueur forte, anisette
Un cognac, armagnac, cigarettes
Voilà, c’est bien !
On l’appelait Lola la rengaine
Elle chantonnait tout au long d' la s’maine
Dans ce bar perdu au bout d' l’autoroute
Petite vertu et grand cœur sans doute
Elle f’sait l' service, Lola la rengaine
Gaieté factice, si près, si lointaine
Et le soir tard, deux sous dans l' bastringue
Pour un regard, elle enl’vait ses fringues
Lola?
On l’appelait Lola la rengaine
Elle souriait tout au long d' la s’maine
Dans ce bar minable au bout d' l’autoroute
Plaisirs coupables et rêves sans doute
Routiers, loubards, Lola la rengaine
Versait à boire, traînant sa dégaine
Le cœur noyé au son du bastringue
Pour un baiser, elle jetait ses fringues
Tout d' suite !
On l’appelait Lola la rengaine
Elle effaçait de son rire la gêne
Dans ce bar maudit au bout d' l’autoroute
Vagues envies et cœur en déroute
On chahutait Lola la rengaine
Sans voir danser dans ses yeux la peine
Quand fermait l' bar, qu’on coupait l' bastringue
Et que, dans l' noir, elle r’mettait ses fringues
L’escalier, au premier, la mansarde
Sur la table, dans son cadre elle regarde
Un sanglot, la photo, sa mémoire
L’horizon, la maison, le jardin
Premier plan, l’homme tend ses deux mains
Il sourit, ses yeux gris disent «viens»
Un cliché mal cadré, noir et blanc
Du bonheur ne demeure qu’un instant
Comme au temps, temps d’avant l’accident
Lyrics translation
A Pernod, a port, a bald
One pastis, one whisky, one vodka
A bourbon, a Picon, a Coke
An old marc, a Ricard, a dry white
A Pelforth, strong liquor, anisette
A cognac, armagnac, cigarettes
That's good !
She was called Lola the rengaine
She was singing All Along s'mainine
In this bar lost at the end of the highway
Small Virtue and big heart no doubt
She knows the service, Lola the rengaine
Fake cheerfulness, so close, so far away
And late at night, two under in the bastringue
For a look, she wore her clothes
Lola?
She was called Lola the rengaine
She smiled all along the way
In this shabby bar at the end of the highway
Guilty pleasures and dreams no doubt
Lorry drivers, loubards, Lola La rengaine
Pouring drink, dragging his draught
The heart drowned to the sound of the bastringue
For a kiss, she threw out her clothes
Right now !
She was called Lola the rengaine
She erased the discomfort with her laughter
In this cursed bar at the end of the highway
Waves cravings and heart rout
We were hounding Lola the rengaine
Without seeing dance in his eyes worth
When the bar was closed, we'd cut off the bastringue
And that, in the dark, she was putting on her clothes
The staircase, at the first, the attic
On the table, in her frame she looks
A sob, the photo, his memory
The horizon, the house, the garden
Close-up, the man holds out both hands
He smiles, his gray eyes say " Come»
A wrong shot, black and white
Happiness remains only for a moment
As in time, time before the accident