Don Juan - Gilbert Bécaud

Finie la mascarade

Et bien fini le joli cœur

Car Don Juan, Don Juan est malade

Mais Don Juan se meurt

Élodie, Christine et Sylvie

Dolorès et la Lolita

Pour compter les femmes de sa vie

Il n’a plus assez de ses doigts

Sylvie, Christine et caetera, olé, olé

Élodie, Christine et Sylvie

L’abandonnent en ce triste jour

Lui, Don Juan, qui leur a appris

Les évangiles de l’amour

Ingratitude et vilenies

Olé!

Olé!

Demain les maris de la ville

Pourront dormir tranquilles

Car Don Juan, Don Juan, Don Juan sera parti

Mais la nuit son fantôme énorme

Hantera les femmes qui dorment

Dans les bras de leur mari

Élodie, Christine et Sylvie

Il entend, sortant de l'école

Des enfants qui poussent des cris

Et le rebut d’une Espagnole

Avoir un fils criant aussi, olé, olé

Demain, les maris de la ville

Pourront dormir tranquilles

Car Don Juan, Don Juan ne sera plus

Ils pourront, devant leurs tisanes

Contempler leurs honnêtes femmes

Sans craindre pour leur vertu

Allez me chercher Lolita, Élodie, Christine et Sylvie

Je ne veux pas mourir comme ça

J’ai encore bien assez de vie

Pour les tromper toutes à la fois, olé

Il n’aura pas de médaille

Pourtant l’histoire dira de lui

Il est mort sur son champ de bataille

Chœurs, son chant de bataille

Son, lit!

Olé!

The masquerade is over

And well finished the pretty heart

Because Don Juan, Don Juan is sick

But Don Juan is dying

Elodie, Christine and Sylvie

Dolores and the Lolita

To count the women in his life

He doesn't have enough of his fingers

Sylvie, Christine et cetera, olé, olé

Elodie, Christine and Sylvie

Forsake her on this sad day

He, Don Juan, who taught them

The Gospels of Love

Ingratitude and Villainy

Ole!

Ole!

Tomorrow Husbands of the City

Can sleep peacefully

Because Don Juan, Don Juan, Don Juan will be gone

But at night his huge ghost

Will haunt sleeping women

In the arms of their husband

Elodie, Christine and Sylvie

He hears, coming out of school

Children screaming

And the scum of a Spaniard

Have a son screaming too, olé, olé

Tomorrow Husbands in Town

Can sleep peacefully

'Cause Don Juan, Don Juan will be no more

They will be able, in front of their herbal teas

Contemplate their honest wives

Without fearing for their virtue

Go get me Lolita, Élodie, Christine and Sylvie

I don't want to die like this

I still have enough life

To fool them all at once, ole

He won't get a medal

Yet history will say of him

He died on his battlefield

Backing vocals, his battle song

Her bed!

Ole!