Showing posts with label Joe Dassin. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Translation of ''Aux Champs-Elysée'' by Joe Dassin


Song: Aux Champs-Elysée
Artist: Joe Dassin

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I was walking down the avenue, my heart open to the unknown 
I felt like saying hello to anyone 
Anyone, and it was you, I said whatever came to mind
Just talking to you was enough to win you over

At the Champs-Elysées, at the Champs-Elysées
In the sun, beneath the rain, at noon or midnight 
There's everything you desire at the Champs-Elysées

You told me ''I have a meeting place in a basement with some madmen 
Who live with a guitar in their hand, from night to morning.'' 
So I went along with you, we sang, we danced 
And we didn't even think of kissing 

Last night two strangers and this morning on the avenue, 
Two lovers completely dazed by the long night 
And of the Étoile à la Concorde, an orchestra with a thousand strings 
All the birds at daybreak sing of love 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Translation of ''Vade Retro '' by Joe Dassin


Song: Vade Retro
Artist: Joe Dassin

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If you sing nonsense*
It's a winner, you've found the method
In six months you're be in style
Don't think too much, vade retro**

I saw the little church
So close to the sweet tavern
It was the time of the cherries
Don't think too much, vade retro

The chorus, it's the same
Since the Greeks and the Ostrogoths
And we dance, we advance
Then go backwards like in a tango
We turn around, we return to the beginning
We watch the new wave leave
To the bottom of an old drawer

If your girlfriends wears the dresses
Fit for Cléo de Mérode
It's not for fun, it's the fashion
Don't think too much, vade retro

I saw the kings of petrol
Burning in Monte-Carlo
Hold on, it's just the roaring twenties
Don't think too much, vade retro

The chorus, it's the same
Since the Greeks and the Ostrogoths
And we dance, we advance
Then go backwards like in a tango
We turn around, we return to the beginning
We watch the new wave leave
To the bottom of an old drawer

Each has its ''belle époque''
For them, it's the rococo
For you, it's time to rock
Don't think too much, vade retro


*The phrase ''mon cul sur la commode" is used to indicate nonsense, so he's basically saying ''if you sing something that doesn't even make sense''.
**Vade retro means ''go back'' or ''step back'', which plays well with the dancing theme of the song.  

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