Edith Piaf - Salle d'attente Song (Including Lyrics n Translation)

L'un près de l'autre, ils étaient là
Tous deux assis, comme endormis
Au bord de la banquette en bois
Dans la salle d'attente
À travers la vitre, on voyait
Le vieux manège qui grinçait
Et sa musique tourbillonnait
Dans la salle d'attente
Et cette musique semblait pousser
La grande aiguille de la pendule
Avec un bruit démesure2
Démesuré et ridicule
Et cette pendule les obsédait
Cette pendule qui les regardait
Cette pendule qui tourbillonnait
Dans la salle d'attente
Et dans leur tête ça glissait
Manège, musique, pendule
La pendule devenait manège
Le manège devenait pendule
Et leurs souvenirs, en cortège
Remontaient, défilaient, s'envolaient
L'un près de l'autre ils étaient là
Tous deux assis, comme endormis
Au bord de la banquette en bois
Dans la salle d'attente
Et quand le train est arrivé
Tous deux, ils se sont regardés
Et sans un mot se sont levés
Dans la salle d'attente
Et dans leur tête, ça glissait
Présent, passé, manège
Les souvenirs devenaient présents
Le présent devenait souvenir
Et leurs paroles, en cortège
Hésitaient, se troublaient, s'envolaient
Quand, dans le train, il est monté
C'est elle qui s'en est aperçu
Et en courant est revenue
Dans la salle d'attente
Mais le train avait disparu
Vous n' trouvez pas que c'est idiot
Une femme qui marche dans la rue
Avec une musette et un calot?
C't' idiot
C't' idiot
C't' idiot

One near to the other, they were there,
Both sitting, like they were asleep2
On the edge of that little wooden bench
In the waiting room.
Through the window we could see
The old merry-go-round that squealed
And its whirling music
In the waiting room,
This music seemed to push
The big hand on the clock
With an excessive noise,
Excessive and ridiculous
And this clock was obsessing them,
This clock was watching them,
This clock that was whirling
In the waiting room,
And in their head it was slipping
Merry-go-round, music, clock...
The clock became the merry-go-round,
The merry-go-round became the clock,
And their memories, in a cortege,
Came back, paraded, slipped away...

One near to the other, they were there,
Both sitting, like they were asleep
On the edge of that little wooden bench
In the waiting room.
And when the train arrived,
Both looked at each other
And without a word they got up,
In the waiting room,
And in their head it was slipping:
Present, past, merry-go-round...
The memories became the present
The present became a memory...
And their words, in a cortege,
Hesitated, became cloudy, slipped away.
When, in the train, he got on
It's her who realized it
And run back
To the waiting room
But the train has disappeared...

Don't you think it's stupid,
A woman who walks in the streets
With a satchel and a side cap?
It's stupid !...
It's stupid !....
... It's stupid!

Deluxe Olympia (1958) is a French album by Edith Piaf, one of the country's most widely known international stars. She is noted as France's national chanteuse, and best female French artist. Years of alcohol abuse alongside copious amounts of medications, initially for rheumatoid arthritis and later insomnia, damaged Piaf's health, and later she died due to liver failure. Her last words were "Every damn thing you do in this life, you have to pay for."

From Piaf' Deluxe Olympia