Le disque usé
Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux matelots,
Où n'entre pas la lumière,
Y a un vilain caboulot.
La figure triste et pâle
Une servante aux yeux bleus
Rêve aux plus belles escales
Et à des ciels merveilleux.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: "Ton attente est vaine"
Mais dans un coin un phono
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
Tant qu'y'a de la vie y'a de l'espoir
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir
Avant que votre vie s'achève
Le bonheur viendra vous voir
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve
Chassez les papillons noirs
Tant qu'y'a de la vie y'a de l'espoir.
Il était beau comme un ange,
Des cheveux blonds comme le miel,
Son regard était étrange,
Plus bleu que le bleu du ciel.
Il appela la servante
Et lui dit: "Je te cherchais"
Elle répondit, tremblante:
"Y'a longtemps que j'attendais."
Il l'a serrée dans ses bras,
"Quand je serai capitaine..."
Et le vieux disque, tout bas,
Chante sa vieille rengaine.
Tant qu'y'a de la vie y'a de l'espoir
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir
Avant que votre vie s'achève
Le bonheur viendra vous voir
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve
Chassez les papillons noirs
Tant qu'y'a de la vie, y'a de l'espoir.
Impasse de la gouttière,
Dans la ruelle aux matelots,
Où n'entre pas la lumière,
Y'a un vilain caboulot.
Elle attend, fière et hautaine,
Elle attend, depuis vingt ans,
Elle attend son capitaine,
Et son regard est confiant.
Chaque sifflet des bateaux
Lui dit: "Ton attente est vaine"
Mais elle écoute le phono
Raclant sa vieille rengaine.
Tant qu'y'a de la vie y'a de l'esp…
Y'a de l'esp…
Y'a de l'esp…
Vos désirs, vos rêves
Seront exaucés un soir
Avant que votre vie s'achève
Le bonheur viendra vous voir
Il faut l'attendre sans trêve
Chassez les papillons noirs.
Tant qu'y'a de la vie y'a de l'esp…
Tant qu'y'a de la vie y'a de l'esp…
Tant qu'y'a de la vie y'a de l'esp…
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...