Le parapluie
Georges Brassens
The Umbrella
It was raining heavily on the main road
She was walking without an umbrella
I had one, probably stolen
That very morning from a friend
Running to her rescue
I offered her a little shelter
As I dried the water from her face
With a very gentle air, she said yes
A little corner of umbrella
For a corner of paradise
She had something of an angel
A little corner of paradise
For a corner of umbrella
I wasn't losing in the exchange, of course
As we walked, how tender it was
To hear together the lovely song
That the sky's water made heard
On the roof of my umbrella
I would have liked, like in the deluge
To see the rain fall incessantly
To keep her under my shelter
Forty days, forty nights
A little corner of umbrella
For a corner of paradise
She had something of an angel
A little corner of paradise
For a corner of umbrella
I wasn't losing in the exchange, of course
But foolishly, even in a storm
The roads lead to different countries
Soon hers made a barrier
On the horizon of my madness
She had to leave me
After thanking me profusely
And I saw her, so small
Happily heading towards my oblivion
A little corner of umbrella
For a corner of paradise
She had something of an angel
A little corner of paradise
For a corner of umbrella
I wasn't losing in the exchange, of course
