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| L’assassinat | The assassination | ||
| C’est pas seulement à Paris Que le crime fleurit, Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a De beaux assassinats. Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a De beaux assassinats. Il avait la tête chenu’ Et le cœur ingénu, Il eut un retour de printemps Pour une de vingt ans. Il eut un retour de printemps Pour une de vingt ans. Mais la chair fraîch’, la tendre chair, Mon vieux, ça coûte cher. Au bout de cinq à six baisers, Son or fut épuisé. Au bout de cinq à six baisers, Son or fut épuisé. Quand sa menotte elle a tendu’, Triste, il a répondu Qu’il était pauvre comme Job. Elle a remis sa rob’. Qu’il était pauvre comme Job. Elle a remis sa rob’. Elle alla quérir son coquin Qu’avait l’appât du gain. Sont revenus chez le grigou Faire un bien mauvais coup. Sont revenus chez le grigou Faire un bien mauvais coup. Et pendant qu’il le lui tenait, Elle l’assassinait. On dit que, quand il expira, La langue ell’ lui montra. On dit que, quand il expira, La langue ell’ lui montra. Mirent tout sens dessus dessous, Trouvèrent pas un sou, Mais des lettres de créanciers, Mais des saisies d’huissiers. Mais des lettres de créanciers, Mais des saisies d’huissiers. Alors, prise d’un vrai remords, Elle eut chagrin du mort Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux, Ell’ dit : « Pardonne-nous! ». Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux, Ell’ dit : « Pardonne-nous! ». Quand les gendarm’s sont arrivés, En pleurs ils l’ont trouvée. C’est une larme au fond des yeux Qui lui valut les cieux. C’est une larme au fond des yeux Qui lui valut les cieux. Et, le matin qu’on la pendit, Ell’ fut en paradis. Certains dévots, depuis ce temps Sont un peu mécontents. Certains dévots, depuis ce temps Sont un peu mécontents. C’est pas seulement à Paris Que le crime fleurit, Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a De beaux assassinats. Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a De beaux assassinats. |
It’s not just in Paris Where crime flourishes, We at the village, too, we have Some beautiful assassinations. We at the village, too, we have Some beautiful assassinations. He had gray hairs And an open heart, He had a return of spring For a twenty years’ old. He had a return of spring For a twenty years’ old. But the fresh meat, tender meat, Old chap, it is expensive. After five or six kisses, His gold was exhausted. After five or six kisses, His gold was exhausted. When she stretched out her palm, Sadly, he replied He was as poor as Job. She put her dress back on. He was as poor as Job. She put her dress back on. She went to fetch her pimp Who had allure of gain. They returned to the miser To give him a pretty bad blow. They returned to the miser To give him a pretty bad blow. And while he was holding him, She murdered him. It is said that when he died, She showed him her tongue. It is said that when he died, She showed him her tongue. Put everything upside down, They did not find a penny, But letters from creditors, And seizures of bailiffs. But letters from creditors, And seizures of bailiffs. So, feeling a true remorse, She took pity of the dead And, falling on him on her knees, She said: « Forgive us! » And, falling on him on her knees, She said: « Forgive us! » When the police arrived, In tears they found her. It was a tear in the depth of her eyes Which earned her the heavens. It was a tear in the depth of her eyes Which earned her the heavens. And, in the morning when she was hanged, She was in paradise. Some devotees since that time Are somehow displeased. Some devotees since that time Are somehow displeased. It’s not just in Paris That crime flourishes, We at the village, too, we have Some beautiful assassinations. We at the village, too, we have Some beautiful assassinations. |