Eurosong 1978:
Franck Olivier - "La fête"
La fête
Tous les manèges sont pris au piège
De la nuit qui tombe, et les chevaux de bois
S'endorment en rond, sans savoir pourquoi
On reste là, toi et moi
Le train magique ferme boutique
La femme à barbe a mis ses bigoudis
Et Monsieur Muscle a rangé ses outils
Mais pour nous, c'est pas fini
Viens, je t'emmène, on va faire la fête
Viens, y'a du vin chez le Grec ou chez l'Italien
Oh, viens, se quitter maintenant, c'est trop bête
Viens, restons ensemble jusqu'à demain
Plus rien ne bouge, les lampions rouges
S'éteignent tandis que les orphéons
Égrainent lentement leurs derniers flonflons
Dans l'odeur des beignets blancs
On se regarde sans prendre garde
À la pluie qui tombait aux ombres bleus
Qui désertent les rues pour d'autres jeux
Nous laissant seuls, tous les deux
Viens, je t'emmène, on va faire la fête
Viens, y'a du vin chez le Grec ou chez l'Italien
Oh, viens, se quitter maintenant, c'est trop bête
Viens, restons ensemble jusqu'à demain
Viens, je t'emmène, on va faire la fête
Viens, y'a du vin chez le Grec ou chez l'Italien
Oh, viens, se quitter maintenant, c'est trop bête
Viens, restons ensemble juѕqu'à demаin
The party
All the merry-go-rounds are trapped
By the falling night, and the wooden horses
Are falling asleep in a circle, without knowing why
We're staying here, you and I
The magic train is closing up shop
The Bearded Lady has put in her curlers
And Mr Muscle has put away his tools
But for us, it's not over
Come on, I'll take you, we're going to the party
Come on, there's wine at the Greek's place or the Italian's place
Oh, come on, parting now, that's too stupid
Come on, let's stay together until tomorrow
Nothing's moving anymore, the red lanterns
Go out, while the brass bands
Slowly play out their final flourishes
In the smell of white donuts
We look at each other without paying attention
To the rain that was falling on the blue shadows
That exit the streets in search of other games
Leaving us alone, the two of us
Come on, I'll take you, we're going to the party
Come on, there's wine at the Greek's place or the Italian's place
Oh, come on, parting now, that's too stupid
Come on, let's stay together until tomorrow
Come on, I'll take you, we're going to the party
Come on, there's wine at the Greek's place or the Italian's place
Oh, come on, parting now, that's too stupid
Come on, let's ѕtаy together until tomorrow
| Artist | Franck Olivier |
| Title | La fête |
| Title (English) | The party |
| Songwriters | Pol Forrest, V. Armath |
| Language | French |
