Текст песни Edith Piaf - L' accordeoniste

The prostitute is beautiful
On the street corner, over there.
She has a clientele
That stuffs her stocking;
When her work ends
She goes in turn
Search for a little dream
Dancing in the suburbs.
Her man is an artist
One of the funny guys
Accordionist,
Who knows how to play reality.

She listens to reality
But she does not dance
She doesn't even look at the dance floor.
And her loving eyes
Follow the nervous game
And with dry and long fingers of the artist.
It penetrates her skin
From below, from above
She wants to sing
This is something physical.
Her whole being is tense
Her breath is held back
She was really mad about the music.

The prostitute is sad
On the street corner, over there
Her accordionist
He went to the soldiers;
When he returns from the war
They will have a home
She will be the cashier
And he will be the master.
How wonderful life will be
They will be like real pashas,
And every night
He will play reality for her.

The prostitute is lonely
On the street corner, over there.
Girls who sulk
Men don't need it.
Well, let her die
Her man won't come back again
Goodbye to all beautiful dreams
Her life is broken.
However her sad feet
They take her to the pub
Where is the other artist
Plays all night.

She listens to reality ...
... she hears reality,
... she closed her eyes
... and dry and nervous fingers
It penetrates her skin
From below, from above
She wants to scream
This is something physical.
Then to forget
She started dancing, spinning
To the sound of music

Stop!
Stop the music!