Le disque usé
Édith Piaf
The Worn-Out Record
Dead end of the gutter,
In the alley for sailors,
Where the light doesn't enter,
There's a nasty dive bar.
The face is sad and pale,
A maid with blue eyes
Dreams of the finest ports
And of wonderful skies.
Every whistle from the boats
Tells her: "Your wait is pointless"
But in a corner, a phonograph
Sings its old tune.
As long as there's life, there's hope
Your wishes, your dreams
Will come true one night
Before your life is done
Happiness will come to see you
You must wait for it without rest
Chase away the black butterflies
As long as there's life, there's hope.
He was beautiful like an angel,
With hair as blonde as honey,
His gaze was strange,
Bluer than the blue of the sky.
He called the maid
And said: "I was looking for you"
She replied, trembling:
"I've been waiting a long time."
He held her in his arms,
"When I become captain..."
And the old record, softly,
Sings its old tune.
As long as there's life, there's hope
Your wishes, your dreams
Will come true one night
Before your life is done
Happiness will come to see you
You must wait for it without rest
Chase away the black butterflies
As long as there's life, there's hope.
Dead end of the gutter,
In the alley for sailors,
Where the light doesn't enter,
There's a nasty dive bar.
She waits, proud and haughty,
She’s been waiting for twenty years,
She waits for her captain,
And her gaze is confident.
Every whistle from the boats
Tells her: "Your wait is pointless"
But she listens to the phonograph
Scratching its old tune.
As long as there's life, there's hope...
There's hope...
There's hope...
Your wishes, your dreams
Will come true one night
Before your life is done
Happiness will come to see you
You must wait for it without rest
Chase away the black butterflies.
As long as there's life, there's hope...
As long as there's life, there's hope...
As long as there's life, there's hope...
