247.
Edith Piaf
SHE ATTENDED THE RUE PIGALLE
Lyrics: R. Asso, music: L. Maitrier, 1939
She attended the Rue Pigalle
She felt the vice cheap
It was all black with sin
With a poor pale face
Y'avait Yet in the depths of his eyes
as something miraculous
which seemed to put a little blue sky in the filthy
Pigalle.
He said: "You're beautiful."
And usually in that quarter,
They say things like that never
For girls who do the same job it;
And she wanted to confess,
He covered the whole of kisses
saying: "Leave your past,
Me, I see one thing, you're beautiful. "
There's pictures that bother you;
And when she went out with him until
Since Barbès Clichy
His past made him grimace.
And on the sidewalks full of memories,
She saw his love wither,
Then she asked him to leave,
And he led him towards Montparnasse.
She thought her life again,
But it was he who began change
He looked astonished,
Saying: "I thought you were prettier,
here to enlighten you on the day too, we see your flaws
on edge,
might be better if you go back there Up
And we each resume his life. "
She returned to her Pigalle
There's no one to recover,
She found all his sins,
His dark corners and dirty sidewalks.
But when she sees love
Who back on the streets, joyously,
There's tears in her big blue eyes
it flows down her pale cheeks. She attended
la rue Pigalle (She went to the street Pigalle)
Words: R. Asso, music: L. Maitrier, 1939
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She walked into the street Pigalle,
She felt cheap viciousness,
She was all black from the sins
With very poor pale face,
However, it was in the depths of her eyes
if something miraculous,
What seemed to add a little blue sky
on dirty skies the streets of Pigalle.
He told her: "You are beautiful."
And, as usual in the quarter,
Never say things like,
Girls, who have the same profession, that she
And because she wanted to confess,
He covered it all with kisses,
said to her: "Leave your past,
I see only one thing - that you are beautiful."
There are images, that bother you,
And when she had to go out with him,
From Barbes Clichy
to her past she has built a grimace.
and on the sidewalks full of memories
She saw how her love withered,
Then she asked him to leave,
And he took her to Montparnasse.
She thought she would resume her life,
But he began to change
He looked at her surprised,
saying: "I thought you handsome,
Here Sunlight illuminates you too much,
can see your faults in all colors,
Perhaps it would be better if you return back upstairs,
And let everyone start their lives ".
She returned to her Pigalle,
No one else, who would it was rescued,
She gained back all my sins,
its dark corners and their dirty sidewalks.
But when she sees the love,
that rise along the street with a happy look,
There are tears in her big blue eyes,
that flow along its such pale cheeks.
se confesser 1) Confession
2) to admit mistakes, to confess fault of their own
tracasser - harass, annoy, molest
se flétrir - wither, fade, fade
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