Marcel Amont — Cousine song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cousine" by Marcel Amont.
Lyrics
Autrefois, ma cousine Hortense
Arrivait de temps en temps
Chez mes parents;
Ell' venait passer ses vacances
Dans notre petit' maison
Près de Toulon.
C'était dans l' programme,
Quand nous recevions le télégramme,
Le bonheur dans l'âme
A la gar' je courais comme un fou
Mais l’train arrivait tout à coup.
En la voyant je criais: Zou !
Cousine, cousine,
T’es fraîch' comme une praline,
Cousine, cousine,
Coquin de sort, quell' bonn' mine !
Et tu as bien dormi dans le train?
J’espère que tu avais un coin …
Cousine, cousine,
Embrass' ton cousin germain !
Chaqu' matin courant vers la grève,
Afin d’nous baigner tous deux,
Dans les flots bleus,
On s’déshabillait- quel beau rêve
Sous l’ombrage hospitalier
Des oliviers.
Roug' comme un' cerise,
Afin d’me cacher sa gorge exquise,
Ell' ram’nait sa ch’mise,
Mais comme y avait de la dentell' partout
Souvent, je voyais par un trou
Un sein qui montrait son p’tit bout.
Cousine, cousine,
Qu’est-c'que j’vois sur ta poitrine?
Cousine, cousine,
On dirait deux mandarines
Tu as les mandarines, c’est certain,
Mais péchère, c’qui m’en bouche un coin,
Cousine, cousine,
C’est qu’c’est moi qui ai l' pépin !
Souvent, prenant sa main mignonne,
Je l’emmenais faire un tour
Dans la bass’cour,
Et tandis qu' pigeons et pigeonnes
Faisaient l’amour sans pudeur,
On f' sait l' voyeur,
La brise frivole
Nous portait bientôt des chansons folles:
«C'est la farandole,
Viens farandoler sur le gazon ! «» Plus tard, me disait-ell', Gaston
Quand t’auras du poil au menton ! "
Cousine, cousine,
Oui, l’amour me turlupine,
Cousine, cousine,
Laiss'-moi t' fair des p’tit’s machines
Tu as peur que je te fasse un enfant?
Ne crains rien, je n’ai que dix-sept ans !
Cousine, cousine,
Viens faire tutu-panpan !
Mais ell' m'écrivit l’autre année:
«Cher cousin, je ne viendrai pas,
Tu m’excus’ras,
Depuis huit jours, je suis mariée,
Et pour plaire à mon mari
J’reste à Paris. «La méchante lettre,
En moi quel chagrin elle fit naître !
Du fond de mon être
Monta comme un frisson de ranc ur;
J’interrogeai dans ma douleur
Les arbres, la grève, les fleurs.
Cousine, cousine
Si gentille, si câline,
Cousine, cousine,
C’est mon c ur qu’elle piétine,
On devait s’unir au printemps,
Et moi je suis là, té, j’attends
Cousine, cousine,
L’amour c’est des boniments !
Lyrics translation
Once, my cousin Hortense
Happened from time to time
At my parents ' house;
She was coming to spend her vacation.
In our little ' house
Near Toulon.
It was in the program,
When we received the Telegram,
Happiness in the soul
At the gar ' I ran like crazy
But the train came suddenly.
When I saw her, I shouted: Zou !
Cousin, cousin,
You're fresh as a praline,
Cousin, cousin,
You bastard, quell' bonn ' mine !
And you slept well on the train?
I hope you had a corner. …
Cousin, cousin,
Burn your cousin germain !
Every morning running towards the strike,
In order to bathe us both,
In the blue waves,
We undressed - what a beautiful dream
Under hospital shading
Olive.
Rust 'like a' cherry,
In order to hide me his exquisite throat,
He Ram'nait his Ch'mise,
But as there was dentell ' everywhere
Often I saw through a hole
A breast that showed its little tip.
Cousin, cousin,
What do I see on your chest?
Cousin, cousin,
Looks like two mandarins
You've got Tangerines, that's for sure. ,
But sinful, that's my mouth a corner,
Cousin, cousin,
I'm the one with the glitch !
Often taking his cute hand,
I was taking him for a ride.
In the lower court,
And while pigeons and doves
Made love without modesty,
We know the voyeur,
The frivolous breeze
We soon wore crazy songs:
"It's the farandole,
Come on, farandoler on the lawn ! "Later," she said to me, " Gaston
When you have hair on your chin ! "
Cousin, cousin,
Yes, love me turlupine,
Cousin, cousin,
Laiss'me t' fair of P'tit's machines
Are you afraid I'll make you a child?
Don't worry, I'm only seventeen !
Cousin, cousin,
Come do tutu-panpan !
But he wrote to me the other year:
"Dear cousin, I will not come,
You'll excuse me.,
I've been married for eight days.,
And to please my husband
I'm staying in Paris. "The wicked letter,
In me What sorrow she brought forth !
From the bottom of my being
Climbed like a thrill of ranc ur;
I questioned in my pain
The trees, the strike, the flowers.
Cousin, cousin
And gentle, and cuddly,
Cousin, cousin,
It's my heart she's trampling,
We were supposed to unite in the spring,
And I'm here, Te, I'm waiting
Cousin, cousin,
Love is good !