10 Aralık 2022 Cumartesi

Mon ami Pierrot*


Mon ami Pierrot

Mon pauvre Pierrot

Tu fais le gros dos

Et ta mine est triste

Comme ta vie d'artiste

 

On ne t'aime plus

Tes chansons d'amour

Sont trop ingénues

Laisse là tes habits de velours

 

Le public, d'un bravo

Décida de ton sort

Faut tirer le rideau

Sur ta vie

 

Fini la comédie

Ton théâtre est bien mort

Et ton chant s'est enfui

Dans la nuit

 

Mon pauvre Pierrot

Mon ami Pierrot


De tant d'infortune

Au clair de la lune

 

Mon ami Pierrot

Qui n'a que deux mots

J'aimais bien ta plume

Même quand elle n'était qu'un sanglot

 

Si les temps ont changé

Arlequin démodé

Moi, je suis pour toujours

Ton ami

 

Car tu as enchanté

Mes plus belles années


C'est pourquoi je te dis

Aujourd'hui:

 

"Mon ami Pierrot

Qui fait le gros dos

Qui n'a plus de scène

Viens chanter tes amours et ta peine

Avec moi"




My friend Pierrot


My poor Pierrot

You are bowing low

And your face looks sad

As your life as an artist

 

They don't like you anymore

Your love songs

Are too tame

Leave your velvet clothes there

 

The public give a bravo

Decided your destiny

The curtain of your life

Must be dropped

 


The comedy is over

Your theatre is dead

And your song has escaped

Into the night

 

My poor Pierrot

My friend Pierrot

Who has so much bad luck

In the clear moonlight

 

My friend Pierrot

Who has only two words

I really loved your style of writing

Even if it was nothing but a sobbing

 

Even if times have changed

Old-fashioned harlequin


I will always be

Your friend

 

Because you have enchanted

My most beautiful years

That's why I tell you

Today

 

"My friend Pierrot

Who is bowing low

Who has no stage anymore

Come on and sing about your loves and worries

With me"



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*"Mon ami Pierrot" (Türkçe: Arkadaşım pierrot), Jacques Pills tarafından seslendirilen 1959 Eurovision Şarkı Yarışması'nda Monako'yu temsil eden şarkı.[1] Şarkı Fransızca dilinde seslendirilmiştir. Raymond Bravard tarafından yazılmıştır.
















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