Pierre Perret — Le con song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le con" by Pierre Perret.
Lyrics
Quand la chouette aux yeux jaunes
La nuit en plein mois d’Aot
D’un long cri qui rsonne
Appelle son hibou
Les braves gens du village
La mine rjouie
Savent bien que ce ramage
C’est pas l’oiseau de nuit
Ils dis’tiens c’est la Corinne
Qui a encor’trouv un’pine
La p’tit noire du garde chass'
C’est un vrai pige bcass'
A l’unisson les paroissiens
Dir’y a qu’a qui lui fait du bien
II Et quand l’hiver s’en vient
Sous les premiers flocons
D’un grand coup de surin
On saigne le cochon
Est-ce la bt’qui agonise
De qui provienn’t ces cris
Pousss derrir’l’glise
Mais les fidl’qui prient
Disent tiens c’est la Corinne
Qui a encor trouv un’pine
C’est cell’du berger Bobby
A le chang’de ses brebis
l’unisson les paroissiens
Dir’y a qu’a qui lui fait du bien
III
Elle emm’na en Afrique
Son mari Casimir
Qui crut entendre un soir
Un lphant barrir
Mais ce long cri sauvage
Cett’froce clameur
Les guerriers du village
La connaissaient par par c? ur Ils dir’tiens c’est la Corinne
Qui a encore trouv un’pine
Sr’ment cell’du grand sorcier
Qui lui agit’le couscoussier
l’unisson les Africains
Dir’y a qu’a qui lui fait du bien
IV Dans un transatlantique
Su’l’chemin du retour
Ils croisr’des baleines
Poussant des cris d’amour
Mais dans la nuit obscure
Ces cris de supplicis
Les marins les r’connurent
Ainsi qu’les plaisanciers
Ils dir’tiens c’est la Corinne
Le capitain’la taquine
cette heur’l en
Lyrics translation
When the yellow-eyed owl
The night in the middle of Aot month
From a long cry that resounds
Call his owl
The brave people of the village
The rjouie mine
Know well that this ramage
It's not the night bird.
They say it's the Corinne
Who still found a pine
The little black guard chass'
This is a real bcass ' catch
In unison parishioners
Dir'ya that to who does him good
II and when winter comes
Under the first flakes
A great shot of surin
We bleed the pig
Is the BT'which agonizes
Who did these screams come from
Pouss derrir'lise
But the faithful who pray
Say here it is the Corinne
Who still found a pine
It's Shepherd Bobby's cell.
At the Chang ' of his sheep
unison parishioners
Dir'ya that to who does him good
III
She EMM'na in Africa
Her husband Casimir
Who thought he heard one night
An lphant barrir
But that long wild cry
Cett'froce clameur
The Warriors of the village
Did you know her by c? ur they dir'tiens it's the Corinne
Who still found a pine
SR'ment cell of the great sorcerer
Who acts ' Le couscoussier
unison Africans
Dir'ya that to who does him good
IV in a transatlantic
On the way back
They'll cross whales
Pushing cries of love
But in the dark night
These cries of torture
The sailors knew them
As well as boaters
They say'tiens it's the Corinne
The captain teases her
this Heur'l in