Coloniale - Édith Piaf

Il?

tait fort et puis si tendre

Que, d?

s notre premi?

re nuit,

Je sentais que je ne pourrais plus me reprendre,

Et pour toujours, j'?tais?

lui.

Je voyais toutes les femmes lui sourire.

Moi, je me cramponnais?

son bras

Et je les regardais comme pour leur dire:

«Il est?

moi, et je l’l?che pas !»

C'?tait un gars de la Coloniale.

Il avait l?, partant du front

Et descendant jusqu’au menton,

Une cicatrice en diagonale,

Des cheveux noirs, des yeux si p?

les,

La peau br?

l?e par le soleil.

J’en ai plus jamais vu de pareils

A mon amant de la Coloniale.

Des fois, quand il avait la fi?

vre,

Il parlait trop et j’avais peur.

Je mettais la main sur ses l?

vres

Pour pas conna?

tre le fond de son c?

ur

Car je sentais que, dans son?

me,

Y avait des larmes et du cafard.

Longtemps, j’ai cru que c'?tait une femme.

Quand j’ai compris, c'?tait trop tard…

Lorsque j’ai connu ma rivale,

Alors j’ai serr?

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 d?

teste

Dont il r?

vait souvent la nuit.

C'?tait un gars de la Coloniale.

Il portait l?, partant du front

Et descendant jusqu’au menton,

Une cicatrice en diagonale.

Je reverrai plus ses beaux yeux p?

les,

Ses yeux qui n’ont pas leur pareil.

Il est reparti vers son soleil,

Mon bel amant de la Coloniale…

He?

was strong and then so tender

Than?

s our first?

night again,

I felt like I couldn't take myself back,

And forever I was

him.

I saw all the women smiling at him.

Me, I was holding on?

his arm

And I looked at them as if to say to them:

"He is?

me, and I don't let it 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 p?

the,

The skin br?

l?e by the sun.

I have never seen the like

To my Colonial lover.

Sometimes when he was fi?

true,

He was talking too much and I was scared.

I put my hand on his l?

vrs

For not know?

be the bottom of his heart

ur

Because I felt that, in his?

me,

There were tears and blues.

For a long time, I thought it was a woman.

When I understood, it was too late...

When I met my rival,

So I squeezed?

strong my arms

So that big bitch from the Colonial

Leave him alone and don't steal it from me

And he told me, "I'm staying"

But one fine day he left

To this country that I d?

test

Whose he r?

often goes at night.

He was a guy from the Colonial.

He wore there, starting from the forehead

And descending to the chin,

A diagonal scar.

I won't see her beautiful eyes again p?

the,

His eyes that have no equal.

He went back to his sun,

My beautiful Colonial lover...