Below is the lyrics of the song Hollywood , artist - Yves Montand with translation
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Yves Montand
Sa mère dansait dans les bars imitant Jean Harlow
Son père lançait des poignards au cirque à Buffalo
Puis un jour on lui a dit «go west"et il a pédalé
De New-York à Los Angeles sur un vélo volé
Alors il a usé ses coudes à frotter les comptoirs
Avec une étoile d’Hollywood qui perdait la mémoire
Le long de Sunset Boulevard bras dessus, bras dessous
Ils perdaient leurs derniers dollars dans les machines à sous
Un jour Benjamin Chancard le cousin ou le frère
Du type qui joue du cithare à la cour d’Angleterre
A gagné aux dés le droit d'être son seul amant
Ils sont allés vivre à trois dans son appartement
Elle ramenait des voyageurs, des collégiens timides
Qui pouvaient faire deux dollars l’heure, quelques Polaroid
Ses deux amants dans la cuisine pour ne pas qu’ils regardent
En deux mois ils jouaient tout Gershwin sur des verres à moutarde
Ils ont fait du music hall déguisés en Hindou
Elle dansait en Baby Doll sur Rapsodie in blue
Elle a fini sous le capot d’une Dodge ou Cadillac
Il a ramassé son chapeau et l’autre a pris son sac
Puis ils ont continué leur vie d’Hindou errant
Et puis il est retourné vivre chez ses parents
Sa mère devenue trop laide pour jouer Jean Harlow
Son père avait tué son aide au cirque à Buffalo.
His mother danced in bars imitating Jean Harlow
His father used to throw daggers at the circus in Buffalo
Then one day he was told "go west" and he cycled
From New York to Los Angeles on a stolen bike
So he used his elbows scrubbing the counters
With a Hollywood star losing his memory
Along Sunset Boulevard arm in arm
They were losing their last dollars in slot machines
One day Benjamin Chancard the cousin or the brother
Of the guy who plays the zither at the English court
Won at the dice the right to be her only lover
They went to live at three in his apartment
She brought back travelers, shy schoolboys
Who could make two bucks an hour, some Polaroids
Her two lovers in the kitchen so they don't look
In two months they was playing all Gershwin on mustard glasses
They did music hall disguised as Hindus
She was dancing as a Baby Doll on Rapsodie in blue
She ended up under the hood of a Dodge or Cadillac
He picked up his hat and the other took his bag
Then they continued their wandering Hindu life
And then he moved back in with his parents
His mother became too ugly to play Jean Harlow
His father had killed his circus aide in Buffalo.
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