Salle d'Attente - Édith Piaf, Robert Chauvigny

L’un pr?

s de l’autre, ils?

taient l?

Tous deux assis, comme endormis

Au bord de la banquette en bois

Dans la salle d’attente

A travers la vitre, on voyait

Le vieux man?

ge qui grin?

ait

Et sa musique tourbillonnait

Dans la salle d’attente

Et cette musique semblait pousser

La grande aiguille de la pendule

Avec un bruit d?

mesur?

D?

mesur?

et ridicule

Et cette pendule les obs?

dait

Cette pendule qui les regardait

Cette pendule qui tourbillonnait

Dans la salle d’attente

Et dans leur t?

te ?a glissait

Man?

ge, musique, pendule…

La pendule devenait man?

ge

Le man?

ge devenait pendule

Et leurs souvenirs, en cort?

ge

Remontaient, d?

filaient, s’envolaient…

L’un pr?

s de l’autre ils?

taient l?

Tous deux assis, comme endormis

Au bord de la banquette en bois

Dans la salle d’attente

Et quand le train est arriv?

Tous deux, ils se sont regard?

s

Et sans un mot se sont lev?

s

Dans la salle d’attente

Et dans leur t?

te, ?a glissait:

Pr?

sent, pass?, man?

ge…

Les souvenirs devenaient pr?

sents

Le pr?

sent devenait souvenir…

Et leurs paroles, en cort?

ge

H?

sitaient, se troublaient, s’envolaient

Quand, dans le train, il est mont?

C’est elle qui s’en est aper?

u

Et en courant est revenue

Dans la salle d’attente

Mais le train avait disparu…

Vous n' trouvez pas que c’est idiot

Une femme qui marche dans la rue

Avec une musette et un calot?

C’t' idiot …

C’t' idiot …

…C't' idiot !

One pr?

s on the other, they?

were there

Both seated, as if asleep

At the edge of the wooden bench

In the waiting room

Through the window you could see

The old man?

who grins?

have

And his music swirled

In the waiting room

And that music seemed to push

The big clock hand

With a sound of

measure?

D?

measure?

and ridiculous

And this pendulum the obs?

dait

This pendulum that watched them

This whirling pendulum

In the waiting room

And in their t?

you? it slipped

Man?

age, music, pendulum…

The pendulum became man?

age

The man?

ge became a pendulum

And their memories, in cort?

age

Went back, from

spun, flew away...

One pr?

s on the other they?

were there

Both seated, as if asleep

At the edge of the wooden bench

In the waiting room

And when the train arrived?

Both of them looked at each other?

s

And without a word rose?

s

In the waiting room

And in their t?

you, it slipped:

Pr?

feels, past?, man?

ge…

The memories were getting closer.

feel

The pr?

feels became memory...

And their words, in cort?

age

Hey?

sat, troubled, flew away

When on the train did he board?

Is she the one who found out?

a

And running came back

In the waiting room

But the train was gone...

You don't think it's stupid

A woman walking down the street

With a haversack and a forage cap?

You stupid...

You stupid...

…You're stupid!