La java de celui qui s'en va - Patrick Bruel

Sous les gal’rie d’l’Od?on, on entend parfois

Les notes d’un accord?

on qui pleure?

mi-voix

C’est pas la chanson d’amours de chaqu’jours

Ni le refrain vif et bien parisien

C’est quelqu’chose de diff?

rent

?a semble tout gris

La nuit, des couples errants l'?coutent, surpris

C’est un air qu’on dirait las de tout, ?c?urer

?a fait pleurer

C’est la java de celui qui s’en va Sans r’garder en arri?

re Seul dans la nuit en laissant derri?

re lui

Leurs braises et les pri?

res

Tous les bobards il en a eu sa part

Tous les serment, il les sait

Et comment

Aussi lass?, d?

go?t?

du pass?

Il s’en va l’c?ur blesser

C’est la java, c’est la pauvre java

De celui qui s’en va

Y’a des soirs comme des bouts d’l’an

O?

le c?

ur lass?

Dans l’silence fait son bilan des amours pass?

es

C’qu’il entend autour de lui, dans la nuit

Ce n’est plus le chiant d’amour, des beaux jours

Comme des gueux battant l’pav?

Tous les souvenirs

Semblent ce soir d’un air mauvais

Vers lui revenir

Et l?-bas,?

mi-voix

Semblent chanter, pourquoi

Comme autrefois

C’est la java de celui qui s’en va Sans r’garder en arri?

re Seul dans la nuit en laissant derri?

re lui

Leurs braises et les pri?

res

Tous les bobards il en a eu sa part

Tous les serment, il les sait

Et comment

Aussi lass?, d?

go?t?

du pass?

Il s’en va l’c?ur blesser

C’est la java, c’est la pauvre java

De celui qui s’en va

C’est la java, c’est la pauvre java

De l’amour qui s’en va

C’est la java, c’est la pauvre java

De l’amour qui s’en va

Beneath the galleries of the Od?on, we sometimes hear

The notes of a chord?

who's crying?

undertone

It's not the everyday love song

Nor the crisp, Parisian chorus

Is that something diff?

rent

it looks all gray

At night, wandering couples listen to him, surprised

It's an air that seems tired of everything, heart

it made you cry

Is it the java of the one who goes Without looking back?

re Alone in the night leaving behind?

re him

Their embers and the pri?

res

All canards he had his share

All the oaths he knows

And how

Also tired?

taste

from the pass?

He goes with his heart hurting

It's java, it's poor java

Of the one who goes

There are evenings like ends of the year

Where?

the heart

ur tired?

In silence takes stock of past loves?

are

What he hears around him in the night

It's no longer the pain of love, of the good days

Like beggars pounding the pavement?

All memories

Look wicked tonight

To him return

And over there,?

undertone

Seem to sing, why

As before

Is it the java of the one who goes Without looking back?

re Alone in the night leaving behind?

re him

Their embers and the pri?

res

All canards he had his share

All the oaths he knows

And how

Also tired?

taste

from the pass?

He goes with his heart hurting

It's java, it's poor java

Of the one who goes

It's java, it's poor java

Of the love that is leaving

It's java, it's poor java

Of the love that is leaving