Yves Montand — La chanson de Bilbao song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La chanson de Bilbao" by Yves Montand.
Lyrics
L’bal? Bill,? Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao.
C'?tait l’plus beau bal de tout le continent.
T’avais? gogo l’bruit et l’r?ve,
L’bruit et l’r?ve, l’bruit et l’r?ve
Et tout c’que tout le monde offre? ses enfants
Quand on entrait dans cet? tablissement.
Je n’sais pas trop si c’genre de truc vous aurait plu.
On riait en buvant comme des perdus.
Sur l’parquet, l’herbe poussait dru.
Par le toit la lune verte passait
Et pis la musique, l?, vraiment, on t’en donnait pour ton fric.
Joe, rejoue la musiqu’de c’temps-l?.
Vieille lune de Bilbao, que l’amour ?tait beau.
Vieille lune de Bilbao, fume ton cigare l?-haut.
Vieille lune de Bilbao, jamais j’te ferai d? gaut.
Vieille lune de Bilbao, tu laches pas les poteaux.
Je n’sais pas trop si c’genre de truc vous aurait plu,
Mais c'?tait l’plus chouette,
C'?tait l’plus chouette,
C'?tait l’plus chouette
Du monde entier.
Au bal d’Bill,? Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
Un beau jour fin mai en l’an mil neuf cent huit,
Quat’mecs s’amen?rent plein d’galette,
Plein d’galette, plein d’galette.
Raconter tout ce qu’ils ont fait, j’pourrais pas
Mais si vous? tiez arriv? s ce jour-l?,
Je n’sais pas trop si c’genre de truc vous aurait plu.
On riait en buvant comme des perdus.
Sur l’parquet, l’herbe poussait dru.
Par le toit la lune verte passait
Les quat’gars d’Frisco
Tiraient des coups de browning
A qui mieux-mieux
Et par dessus la musique continuait.
L’bal d’Bill,? Bilbao, Bilbao,
Aujourd’hui tout est repeint, tout est d? cent,
Plantes grasses et glaces ordinaires, ordinaires,
Comme dans tous les autres? tablissements
Mais si vous venez? passer ce jour-l?,
?a vous plaira peut-?tre bien, on ne sait pas.
Moi? a m’fait d’la peine. On peut plus rigoler.
Y a plus d’herbe sur le parquet.
La lune verte, elle a fait ses paquets
Et pis la musique, vraiment, on a honte pour son fric.
Joe, rejoue la musiqu’de c’temps-l?.
Lyrics translation
Prom? Bill,? Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao.
C'?it was the most beautiful ball in the whole continent.
Did you? gogo noise and r?ve,
Noise and r?ve, noise and r?ve
And all that everyone offers? his children
When did we get into this? tabulation.
I don't know if you would have liked that kind of thing.
We laughed and drank like a bunch of losers.
On the parquet, the grass grew dru.
Through the roof the green moon passed
What about the music, l? really, we gave you some for your money.
Joe, play the music of the day?.
Old Moon of Bilbao, that love ?it was beautiful.
Old Moon of Bilbao, smoke your cigar l?-high.
Old Moon of Bilbao, I will never make you d? gaut.
Old Bilbao moon, you don't let go of the poles.
I'm not sure if you would have liked that kind of thing.,
But c'?the most beautiful,
C'?the most beautiful,
C'?the most beautiful
From all over the world.
At Bill's ball? Bilbao, Bilbao, Bilbao,
A beautiful day at the end of May in the year one thousand nine hundred eight,
Four guys love each other?rent full of cake,
Full of cake, full of cake.
Tell everything they did, I could not
But what if you? tiez arriv? s what day l?,
I don't know if you would have liked that kind of thing.
We laughed and drank like a bunch of losers.
On the parquet, the grass grew dru.
Through the roof the green moon passed
The four guys from Frisco
Fired browning shots
To whom better-better
And from above the music continued.
Bill's ball? Bilbao, Bilbao,
Today everything is repainted, everything is d? percent,
Fatty plants and ice cream ordinary, ordinary,
Like all the others? settlements
But if you come? spend that day?,
?would you like it?well, we don't know.
Me? I was sorry. We can't laugh anymore.
There's more grass on the floor.
The green moon, she made her packages
And worse music, really, we're ashamed for their money.
Joe, play the music of the day?.