Copyright © 1977 Leonard Cohen
and Sony/ATV Music Publishing Canada Company


Don't Go Home With Your Hard-On


I was born in a beauty salon
My father was a dresser of hair
My mother was a girl you could call on
When you called she was always there

When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on
It will only drive you insane
You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown
You can't melt it down in the rain

You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain

I've looked behind all of the faces
That smile you down to you knees
And the lips that say, Come on, taste us
And when you try to they make you say Please

When you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...

Here come's your bride with her veil on
Approach her, you wretch, if you dare
Approach her, you ape with your tail on
Once you have her she'll always be there

Once you have her she'll always be there
Once you have her she'll always be there
Once you have her she'll always be there
Once you have her she'll always be there

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...

So I work in that same beauty salon
I'm chained to the old masquerade
The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone
I follow my father's trade

I follow my father's trade
Yes I follow my father's trade
Yes I follow my father's trade
Yes I follow my father's trade

Ah but don't go home with your hard-on
It will only drive you insane
You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain


Traduction de Jean Guiloineau :

 

Ne rentre pas chez toi en bandant

Je suis né dans un salon de beauté
Mon père était coiffeur de cheveux
Ma mère était une fille qu'on pouvait appeler
Et quand on appelait elle était toujous là

Mais ne rentre pas chez toi en bandant
Ca ne fera que te rendre fou
Tu ne peux t'en branler (ou t'en débarasser)
avec ton tourne-disque
Tu ne peux la faire fondre sous la pluie

J'ai regardé derrière tous ces visages
Ce sourire que tu descends sur tes genoux
Et les lèvres qui disent, allez, goûte-nous
Et quand tu essaies, elles te font dire S'il vous plaît

Voici ta fiancée recouverte du voile
Approche-la, misérable, si tu l'oses
Approche-la, singe, avec ta queue dressée
Quand tu l'auras eue elle sera toujours là

Et je travaille dans ce même salon de beauté
Je suis enchaîné à l'ancienne mascarade
La rouge à lèvres, les ombres, le silicone
Je continue le commerce de mon père

Mais ne rentre pas chez toi en bandant
Ca ne fera que te rendre fou
Tu ne peux t'en branler (ou t'en débarasser)
avec ton tourne-disque
Tu ne peux la faire fondre sous la pluie