Que viva Vivaldi - Serge Lama

Z’taient copines de cњur et v’naient m' faire l’amiti

Dans des htels o l’bonheur et l’temps taient mesurs

On s’gavait de poulet froid, de bulles de jolis vins

Puis en riant aux clats, on f’sait l’amour six mains

Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam

Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam

Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits

la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi

Z’taient folles de leurs corps, z’taient folles de leur sang

Z’taient folles d’tre encore superbes quarante ans

C’tait du clair dans du flou, a sentait la chair et le fard

a scintillait de partout, trois reflets dans trois miroirs

Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam

Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam

Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits

la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi

Elles s' parlaient sans dire un mot, rien qu’en collant leurs cheveux

J’entendais hennir leurs chevaux, leurs rles taient leurs aveux

Elles repartaient les yeux gris tout barbouills d’insomnie

Moi, je regagnais Paris, elles regagnaient leurs maris, laissant

Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam

Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam

Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits

la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi

Les draps en accordon, l’oreiller en tam-tam

Dans l’htel trois ronds, a faisait du ramdam

Nos corps taient violons, nos lvres taient fruits

la belle saison, que viva Vivaldi.

They were girlfriends and came to befriend me

In hotels where happiness and time were measured

We stuffed ourselves with cold chicken, bubbles of pretty wines

Then laughing loudly, we make love with six hands

The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow

In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam

Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits

the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived

They were crazy about their bodies, they were crazy about their blood

They were mad to still be superb for forty years

It was light in the blur, it smelled of flesh and blush

shone everywhere, three reflections in three mirrors

The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow

In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam

Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits

the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived

They talked to each other without saying a word, just by sticking their hair together

I heard their horses neighing, their roles were their confessions

They left with gray eyes smeared with insomnia

Me, I was going back to Paris, they were going back to their husbands, leaving

The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow

In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam

Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits

the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived

The accordion sheets, the tom-tom pillow

In the hotel three circles, was making ramdam

Our bodies were violins, our lips were fruits

the beautiful season, which Vivaldi lived.