He sits all alone playing his guitar Out in the back of a little cafe And no one seems to hear so he closes his eyes And just lets the music take him away Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts And he's worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans But you keep going on when you're living on dreams And you feel it inside, and the guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie There's a lady he knows who often comes by She's a nice little girl and she's into the blues The request is the same song every night She says it reminds her of someone she knew A trace of her perfume floats across the room Once they were close and they shared all their dreams But now all he feels is a physical thing They grew slowly apart, and the guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie Some nights it gets cold and it makes him aware That time's moving on and it's slipping away And if you look close at his dark curly hair Under the lights there are traces of gray He knows what it's all about feeling down and out 'Cause he's been there before and he's seen it all And you learn to survive with your back to the wall It's a crazy old life, and the guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie Авторы: Chant: Julie Dassin Auteurs: Joe Dassin, C. Lemesle Adaptateur: Tony Joe White Arrangements: Mike Utley et Bernard Estardy (p) 1979 ed. Music 18 Enregistrement: août 1979 et 25 & 26 février 1980. Cette chanson a été enregistrée la première fois en août 1979 et remixée entre l'automne 1979 et le printemps 1980 Оригинал: "Le marché aux puces" par Joe Dassin
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