Piaf Ãdith
Miscellaneous
Padam... Padam...
Words: Henri CONTET
Music: Norbert GLANZBERG
(c) Ãditions Salabert
1 This air that obsesses me day and night
Yet was not born today
It comes from as far as I come
Traénà © by a hundred thousand musicians
One day this tune will drive me crazy
A hundred times I wanted to say why
But he cut me off
He always talks before me
And his voice drowns my voice.
R1 Padam, Padam, Padam,
He comes running behind me
Padam, Padam, Padam,
He gives me the blow remember
Padam, Padam, Padam,
It's a tune that points at me
And I drag after me like a funny mistake
This air that knows everything by heart.
2 He says: remember your loves
Remember yourself since it's your turn
There's no reason why you shouldn't cry not
With your memories on my arms
And I see again what remains
My twenty years make the drum beat
I see gestures fighting together
Everything ' the comedy of love
To a tune that always goes.
R2 Padam, Padam, Padam
Des is plant de quatorze juillet
I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling
Des always that we buy at a discount
Padam, Padam, Padam
Des do you want, in voila  in packets
And all that to fall just around the corner
On the air that recognized me.
R3 Padam, Padam, Padam
à listen to the ruckus he's making me
Padam, Padam, Padam
As if my whole past was flashing by
Padam, Padam, Padam
Must save some sorrow for later s
I have a whole solfèg' in this beating air
Which beats, like a heart of wood.

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