Georges Brassens — Le modeste song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le modeste" by Georges Brassens.
Lyrics
Les pays, c’est pas ça qui manque,
On vient au monde à Salamanque
A Paris, Bordeaux, Lille, Brest (e).
Lui, la nativité le prit
Du côté des Saintes-Maries,
C’est un modeste.
Comme jadis a fait un roi,
Il serait bien fichu, je crois,
De donner le trône et le reste
Contre un seul cheval camarguais
Bancal, vieux, borgne, fatigué,
C’est un modeste.
Suivi de son pin parasol,
S’il fuit sans mêm' toucher le sol
Le moindre effort comme la peste,
C’est qu’au chantier ses bras d’Hercule
Rendraient les autres ridicules,
C’est un modeste.
A la pétanque, quand il perd
Te fais pas de souci, pépère,
Si d’aventure il te conteste.
S’il te boude, s’il te rudoie,
Au fond, il est content pour toi,
C’est un modeste.
Si, quand un emmerdeur le met
En rogne, on ne le voit jamais
Lever sur l’homme une main leste.
C’est qu’il juge pas nécessaire
D’humilier un adversaire,
C’est un modeste.
Et quand il tombe amoureux fou
Y a pas de danger qu’il l’avoue
Les effusions, dame, il déteste.
Selon lui, mettre en plein soleil
Son c ur ou son cul c’est pareil,
C’est un modeste.
Quand on enterre un imbécile
De ses amis, s’il raille, s’il
A l' il sec et ne manifeste
Aucun chagrin, t’y fie pas trop:
Sur la patate, il en a gros,
C’est un modeste.
Et s’il te traite d'étranger
Que tu sois de Naples, d’Angers
Ou d’ailleurs, remets pas la veste.
Lui, quand il t’adopte, pardi!
Il veut pas que ce soit le dit,
C’est un modeste.
Si tu n’as pas tout du grimaud,
Si tu sais lire entre les mots,
Entre les faits, entre les gestes.
Lors, tu verras clair dans son jeu,
Et que ce bel avantageux,
C’est un modeste.
Lyrics translation
Countries, that's not what's missing,
We come to the world in Salamanca
In Paris, Bordeaux, Lille, Brest (e).
He, the Nativity took him
On the side of Saintes-Maries,
He's modest.
As once did a king,
He'd be pretty fucked up, I think.,
To give the throne and the rest
Against a single Camargue horse
Wobbly, old, blind, tired,
He's modest.
Tracking his parasol pin,
If it leaks without even touching the ground
The slightest effort like the plague,
It is that at the construction site his arms of Hercules
Would make other people ridiculous,
He's modest.
At the petanque, when he loses
Don't worry, sugar.,
If adventure he challenges you.
If he sulks at you, if he harasses you,
Deep down, he's happy for you,
He's modest.
If, when a troublemaker puts it
In anger, you never see it
Raise on the man one hand east.
He doesn't think it's necessary.
To humiliate an opponent,
He's modest.
And when he falls in love mad
There's no danger he'll admit it.
The effusions, lady, he hates it.
According to him, put in direct sunlight
Her ass or her ass is the same,
He's modest.
When you bury a fool
Of his friends, if he scoffs, if he
Has it dry and does not manifest
No grief, don't trust it too much:
On the potato, it has big ones,
He's modest.
And if he calls you a stranger
That you are from Naples, from Angers
Or else, don't put the jacket back on.
Him, when he adopts you, pardi!
He doesn't want it to be said,
He's modest.
If you don't have all the grimaud,
If you can read between words,
Between the facts, between the gestures.
Then you will see clearly in his game,
And that this beautiful advantageous,
He's modest.