Mon amant de la Coloniale
Il était fort et puis si tendre
Que dès notre première nuit
Je sentais que je ne pourrais plus me reprendre
Et pour toujours, j'étais à lui
Je voyais toutes les femmes lui sourire
Moi, je me cramponnais à son bras
Et je les regardais comme pour leur dire:
"Il est à moi, et je le lâche pas!"
C'était un gars de la Coloniale
Il avait là, partant du front
Et descendant jusqu'au menton
Une cicatrice en diagonale
Des cheveux noirs, des yeux si pâles
La peau brûlée par le soleil
J'en ai plus jamais vu de pareils
A mon amant de la Coloniale
Des fois quand il avait la fièvre
Il parlait trop et j'avais peur
Je mettais la main sur ses lèvres
Pour pas connaître le fond de son coeur
Car je sentais que dans son âme
Y'avait des larmes et du cafard
Longtemps j'ai cru que c'était une femme
Quand j'ai compris, c'était trop tard…
Lorsque j'ai connu ma rivale
Alors j'ai serré fort mes bras
Pour que cette grande garce de la Coloniale
Lui foute la paix et ne me le vole pas
Et lui, il m'avait dit: "Je reste"
Mais un beau jour, il est reparti
Vers ce pays que je déteste
Dont il rêvait souvent la nuit
C'était un gars de la Coloniale
Il portait là, partant du front
Et descendant jusqu'au menton
Une cicatrice en diagonale
Je reverrai plus ses beaux yeux pâles
Ses yeux qui n'ont pas leur pareil
Il est reparti vers son soleil
Mon bel amant de la Coloniale…
My lover from the Colonial
He was strong and yet so tender
That from our first night
I felt that I could not take myself back
And forever, I was his
I saw all the women smile at him
I clung to his arm
And I looked at them as if to say:
"He is mine, and I won't let go!"
He was a guy from the Colonial
He had there, starting from the forehead
And descending to the chin
A diagonal scar
Black hair, eyes so pale
Skin burned by the sun
I have never seen the likes of him again
My lover from the Colonial
Sometimes when he had a fever
He talked too much and I was afraid
I put my hand on his lips
To not know the depths of his heart
Because I felt that in his soul
There were tears and sorrow
For a long time I thought it was a woman
When I understood, it was too late...
When I met my rival
Then I held my arms tight
So that this big bitch from the Colonial
Would leave him alone and not steal him from me
And he had told me: "I'm staying"
But one fine day, he left
To that country that I hate
Which he often dreamed of at night
He was a guy from the Colonial
He had there, starting from the forehead
And descending to the chin
A diagonal scar
I will never see his beautiful pale eyes again
His eyes that have no equal
He went back to his sun
My handsome lover from the Colonial...