Georges Brassens — Les copains d'abord song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les copains d'abord" by Georges Brassens.
Lyrics
Non ce n’tait pas le radeau de la mduse, ce bateau
Qu’on se le dise au fond des ports, dise au fond des ports
Il naviguait en pre peinard
Sur la grande mare des canards
Et s’app’lait les copains d’abord, les copains d’abord
Ces fluctuat nec mergitur, c’tait pas d’la littrature
N’en dplaise aux jeteurs de sorts, aux jeteurs de sorts
Son capitaine et ses mat’lots
N’taient pas des enfants d’salauds
Mais des amis franco de port, des copains d’abord
C’taient pas des amis de luxe
Des petits Castor et Pollux
Des genres de Sodame et Gomor, Sodame et Gomor
C’taient pas des amis choisis par Montaigne et La Botie
Sur le ventre ils se tapaient fort, les copains d’abord
C’taient pas des anges non plus
L’vangile ils l’avaient pas lu Mais ils 'aimaient toutes voiles dehors, toutes voiles dehors
Jean-pierre, Paul et compagnie, c’tait leur seul litanie
Leur crdo, leur confiteore, aux copains d’abord
Au moindre coup de Trafalgar, c’est l’amiti qui prenait le car
C’est elle qui leur montrait le Nord, leur montrait le Nord
Et quand ils taient en dtresse, leur balanaient des SOS
On aurait dit des Smaphores, les copains d’abord
Au rendez-vous des bons copains, il y avait pas souvent de lapins
Quand l’un d’entre eux manquait bord, c’est qu’il tait mort
Oui mais jamais au grand jamais, son trou dans l’aune se refermait
Cent ans aprs coquin de sort, il manquait encore
Des bateaux j’en ai pris beaucoup mais le seul qui aie tenu le coup
Qui n’aie jamais vir de bord, mais vir de bord
Naviguait en pre peinard, sur la grande mare des canards
Et s’app’lait Les Copains d’abord, les copains d’abord
(… instruments …)
Des bateaux j’en ai pris beaucoup,
Mais le seul qui aie tenu le coup
Qui n’aie jamais vir de bord, mais vir de bord
Naviguait en pre peinard sur le grande mare des canards
Et s’app’lait les copains d’abord, les copains d’abord
Lyrics translation
No it was not the raft of the mduse, this boat
Let's say it at the bottom of the ports, say it at the bottom of the ports
He was sailing in pre-peinard
On the Great Pond of ducks
And S'app'milk Friends First, Friends First
These fluctuat nec mergitur, it was not littrature
Do not harm the cast of spells, the cast of spells
His captain and his mat'lots
Were not Sons of bastards
But friends franco from port, friends first
They weren't fancy friends.
Small Beaver and Pollux
Of the genera of Sodame and Gomor, Sodame and Gomor
They were not friends chosen by Montaigne and La Botie
On the stomach they beat each other hard, Friends First
They weren't angels either
The gospel they had not read but they ' loved all veils out, all veils out
Jean-pierre, Paul and company were their only litany
Their crdo, their confiteore, to friends first
At the slightest stroke of Trafalgar, it was the amiti who took the bus
It was she who showed them the North, showed them the North
And when they were in distress, they would give them SOS
It looked like Smaphores, friends first
At the rendezvous of good friends, there were not often rabbits
When one of them was missing edge, it was that he was dead
Yes but never the Big never, his hole in the air closed
One hundred years after the fate of the villain, he was still missing
Boats I took a lot but the only one who held the blow
Who has never vir de bord, but vir de bord
Sailing in pre-peinard, on the Great Pond of ducks
And S'app'milk Friends First, Friends First
(… instrument …)
Boats I took a lot,
But the only one who held out
Who has never vir de bord, but vir de bord
Sailing on the great duck pond
And S'app'milk Friends First, Friends First