Below is the lyrics of the song L’hôtel Borgne , artist - Charles Trenet, Johnny Hess with translation
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Charles Trenet, Johnny Hess
Parce que j’aimais la fille du bougnat
Qu’avait de beaux yeux, de beaux seins et les pieds plats…
J’ai tout perdu, triste fortune.
J’ai pleuréd'amour,
De faubourg en faubourg.
J’ai pleuréd'amour au clair de lune…
Tout seul je loge dans un quartier perdu
Au fond d’une petite rue.
J’habite un hôtel borgne, si borgne, si borgne
Que je frémis lorsque, le soir,
Je vois son oeil qui luit dans le noir.
Quand le patron me lorgne, me lorgne, me lorgne,
J’ai mal au ventre subitement.
Je passe ma clef et je fous le camp.
Coupe-gorge, assassinat,
Le crime rôde, rôde, rôde,
Couleur locale pour cinéma.
Tard dans la nuit, arméd'un grand poignard,
On voit passer Bébert, l’ancien bagnard…
Il cherche sa brune Andalouse
Qu’a donnéson coeur
Au fils du percepteur.
Elle l’a dans la peau, la jalouse…
Mais Bébert les surprend et les tue
Au fond d’une petite rue.
J’habite un hôtel borgne, si borgne, si borgne.
Quand le patron me lorgne, me lorgne, me lorgne,
Je lui demande: «Comment que ça va?»
Je pose mon chapeau et je reste là.
Le samedi, l’accordéon,
En ritournelle, chante, chante:
Quand on s’aime, c’est pour de bon…
Because I loved the bougnat's daughter
That had beautiful eyes, beautiful breasts and flat feet...
I lost everything, sad fortune.
I wept for love,
From suburb to suburb.
I cried of love in the moonlight...
All alone I lodge in a lost neighborhood
At the end of a small street.
I live in a blind hotel, so blind, so blind
That I shudder when, in the evening,
I see his eye glowing in the dark.
When the boss eyeing me, eyeing me, eyeing me
I suddenly have a stomach ache.
I pass my key and get the hell out.
Cut throat, assassination,
Crime lurks, lurks, lurks,
Local color for cinema.
Late at night, armed with a big dagger,
We see Bébert, the former convict, pass...
He is looking for his Andalusian brunette
What gave his heart
To the tax collector's son.
She has it in her skin, the jealous one...
But Bébert surprises them and kills them
At the end of a small street.
I live in a blind hotel, so blind, so blind.
When the boss eyeing me, eyeing me, eyeing me
I ask him, "How are you?"
I put my hat down and stay there.
On Saturdays, the accordion,
In refrain, sing, sing:
When we love each other, it's for good...
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