Un p'tit coin d'parapluie
Contre un coin d'paradis
Elle avait quelqe chos' d'un ange
Un p'tit coin d'paradis
Contre un coin d'parapluie
Je n'perdais pas au chang', pardi
A little corner of an umbrella
For a bit of heaven
She had something of angel about her
A little corner of an umbrella
For a bit of heaven
I wasn’t losing out on the deal, of course.
Chemin faisant, que ce fut tendre
D'ouïr à deux le chant joli
Que l'eau du ciel faisait entendre
Sur le toit de mon parapluie
On the roof of my umbrella
As we went along, how tender it was
To hear together the pretty song
Which the water from the sky played
J'aurais voulu, comme au déluge
Voir sans arrêt tomber la pluie
Pour la garder, sous mon refuge
Quarante jours, quarante nuits
I would have liked, as at the great Flood
To see the rain fall without ceasing
To keep her, under my refuge
Forty days, forty nights
Trust it to the Frenchman to write a song like this. It reaches you deep and down even without you understanding the lyric. However, when you do, you get to be like me. You keep playing it over and over again; in the car, on your iPod before you sleep, trying to pronounce the lyric unsuccessfully. I love the original version by Georges Brassens which sounds very cheeky and classic but this version by Yann Tiersen and Natacha Regnier is harrowing.
I sure miss Paris.
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