Édith Piaf "Jean et Martine" lyrics

Jean et Martine

Jean le routier roule sur la route.Il y a les arbres, il y a les champs,La pluie qui tombe à grosses gouttes,Y a les virages, il y a le vent.Il y a le froid et le soleil.Il y a le jour, il y a la nuitEt la fatigue, et le sommeilEt les quinze tonnes, ça fait du bruitMais il y a aussi à la maisonSa petite Martine et sa chanson.

« Jean va rentrer de sa tournée »,Chante Martine dans sa cuisine.« Il sera sûrement fatigué,Il aura sa pauvre petite mineMais je pourrai le regarderEt l'embrasser pendant qu'il dîneEt le soigner, le cajolerEt me serrer sur sa poitrine.Plus tard quand il s'endormiraMoi, je serai dans ses bras... »

Il y a du brouillard à sa fenêtre.Martine attend... On a sonnéC'est un monsieur avec une lettre.Il a l'air sombre et ennuyé.« La Compagnie... Condoléances...Un accident... Faut signer là...Il y a les obsèques et l'assurance... »Pourtant Martine ne comprend pasCe n'est pas vrai... Elle n'y croit pas.Dans cinq minutes il sera là...

« Jean va rentrer de sa tournée »,Chante Martine dans sa cuisine.« Il sera sûrement fatiguéIl aura sa pauvre petite mine.Je vais le soigner, le cajoler...Et me serrer sur sa poitrinePlus tard quand il s'endormira...Non ! Non ! Non !Jean... Jean...Oh ! Jean ! »

Jean And Martine

Jean the lorry driver drives on the road.There are trees, there are fields,The rain which falls in large drops,There are turns, there is the breeze.There is the cold and the sun.There is the day, there is the nightAnd the weariness, and the sleepAnd the ten-ton truck, it's loud...But there is also at the houseHis little Martine and her song.

"Jean comes back from his tour".Sings Martine in her kitchen."He'll surely be tired, he'll be worn outBut I'll be able to watch himAnd embrace him while he eatsAnd look after him, cuddle himAnd hold myself to his chest.Later when he'll fall asleepMe, I'll be in his arms..."

There is fog at her window.Martine waits... the doorbell rangIt's a man with a letter.He seems gloomy and dismayed."The Company... condolences...An accident... You need to sign here...There are the funeral arrangements and insurance policy..."However Martine doesn't understandIt isn't true... She doesn't believe it.In five minutes he will be there...

"Jean comes back from his tour".Sings Martine in her kitchen."He'll surely be tired, he'll be worn outBut I'll be able to watch himAnd embrace him while he eatsAnd look after him, cuddle himAnd hold myself to his chestLater when he'll fall asleepNo! No! NON!

Jean... Jean...Oh! Jean!"