Daily Dinners @ Saila & Jérôme's: french music

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BOURVIL le petit bal perdu (1961)

The Lost Little Dancing

It was just after the war,
In a little dancing that had suffered.
On a track of misery,
There were two in the open.
Among the rubble they danced
In this little dancing that was called…
That was called,
That was called,
That was called…
No, I don't remember anymore
the name of the lost dancing.
What I remember,
It's these lovers,
Who looked at nothing around them.
There was so much carelessness
In their emotional gestures,
So what does it matter
The name of the lost dancing?
No, I don't remember anymore.
the name of the lost dancing.
What I remember
It's that they were happy
Eyes deep in the eyes.
And it was good…
And it was good…
They drank in the same glass,
Always keeping an eye on each other.
They were doing the same prayer,
To be always, always happy.
Among the rubble they smiled,
In this little dancing that was called…
That was called,
That was called,
That was called…

No, I don't remember anymore
the name of the lost dancing.
What I remember,
It's these lovers,
Who looked at nothing around them.
There was so much carelessness
In their emotional gestures,
So what does it matter
The name of the lost dancing?
No, I don't remember anymore.
the name of the lost dancing.
What I remember
It's that they were happy
Eyes deep in the eyes.
And it was good…
And it was good…

And then when the accordionist stopped,

They left.
And the evening fell on the track,
Among the rubble and my life.
It was sad again
That little dancing that was called,
That was called,
That was called,
That was called…
No, I don't remember anymore.
the name of the lost dancing.
What I remember
It's these lovers
Who looked at nothing around them.
There was so much light,
With them on the street,
So big deal,
The name of the lost dancing.
No, I don't remember anymore.
The name of the lost dancing.
What I remember
it's that we were happy
Eyes deep in the eyes.
And it was good…
And it was good...

It was just after the war,

In a ballroom that had suffered

On a floor in ruins,

There were these two, so exposed.

They danced among the rubble

In this little ball, what was its name…

What was its name…

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It was just after the war,

In a ballroom that had suffered

On a floor in ruins,

There were these two, so exposed.