Le gitan et la fille
Édith Piaf
The Gypsy and the Girl
The gypsy says to the girl:
What’s the cost of love to me?
For you, I’d spend my days
Behind these bars.
I’d rob the folks in the town
To buy you a satin dress.
You won’t call me a good-for-nothing
A useless man...
My hands, once so strong,
Will be softer than wood
Of the guitar that plays for you
At your doorstep...
The gypsy says to the girl:
What’s the cost of love to me?
For you, I’d spend my days
Behind these bars.
I’d kill those who stare at you
When the sweet morning sun
Slips into the curve of your back
And lingers there...
And then, I’ll tell you "I love you"
Like you say the name of Jesus.
I’ll shout it in the street
Like it’s blasphemy...
The gypsy said to the girl:
What’s the cost of love to me?
For you, I’d spend my days
Behind these bars.
Around you, I’ll cast a shadow
To be the only one to see you
To be alone under your gaze
And lose myself in it...
And when death comes to break
The chains forged by love,
For you, I’d spend my days
Deep in the ground...
