Aristide Bruant — A Batignolles song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A Batignolles" by Aristide Bruant.
Lyrics
Sa maman s’appelait Flora,
A connaissait pas son papa,
Tout' jeune on la mit? l'?cole,
A Batignolles.
A poussa comme un champignon,
Malgr? qu’alle ait r'?u pus d’un gnon,
L’soir en faisant la cabriole,
A Batignolles.
Alle avait des mani? r's tr? s bien,
Alle? tait coiff? e? la chien,
A chantait comme eun' petit' folle,
A Batignolles.
Quand a s’balladait, sous l’ciel bleu,
Avec ses ch’veux couleur de feu,
On croyait voir une aur? ole,
A Batignolles.
Alle avait encor' tout’s ses dents,
Son p’tit nez, o? squ'i' pleuvait d’dans,
Etait rond comme eun' croquignolle,
A Batignolles.
A buvait pas, mais assez,
Et quand a vous soufflait dans l’nez
On croyait r’nifler du p? trole,
A Batignolles.
Ses appas? taient pas ben gros,
Mais j’me disais: Quand on est dos,
On peut nager avec eun' sole,
A Batignolles.
A gagnait pas beaucoup d’argent,
Mais j'?tais pas ben exigeant …
On vend d’l’amour pour eun obole,
A Batignolles.
Je l’ai aim? e autant qu’j’ai pu,
Mais j’ai pus pu lorsque j’ai su Qu’a m’trompait avec Anatole,
A Batignolles.
Ca d’vait arriv?, t? t ou tard,
Car Anatol' c’est un mouchard…
La marmite aim' ben la cass’rol,
A Batignolles.
Alors a m’a donn? cong?,
Mais le bon Dieu m’a ben veng?:
A vient d’mourir de la variole,
A Batignolles.
La moral' de c’tte oraison-l?,
C’est qu’les p’tit’s fill’s qu’a pas d’papa,
Doiv’nt jamais aller? l'?cole,
A Batignolles.
Lyrics translation
Her mom's name was Flora.,
A didn't know his dad,
When we were young, we put it on? l'?Cole,
Batignolles.
A sprouted like a mushroom,
Malgr? what the hell?U pus of a gnon,
In the evening doing the cabriole,
Batignolles.
Alle had hands? R's tr? s good,
Alle? tait coiff? e? dog,
A sang like a crazy 'little' E,
Batignolles.
When a was walking, under the blue sky,
With its CH'vere color of fire,
We thought we saw an aur? Creole,
Batignolles.
Alle still had all his teeth,
His little nose, o? ♪ but it was raining ♪ ,
Was round as a croquignolle,
Batignolles.
A Drank not, but enough,
And when a blew you in the nose
We thought we were laughing? trolley,
Batignolles.
His appas? were not well fat,
But I thought to myself: when we are back,
We can swim with Eun ' sole,
Batignolles.
A was not earning a lot of money,
But j'?quiet not Ben demanding …
We sell love for Eun obole,
Batignolles.
I aim it? as much as I could,
But I could when I knew that A was cheating on me with Anatole,
Batignolles.
Did that happen?, t? t or later,
'Cause Anatol' is a bugger…
La marmite aim ' ben la Cass'rol,
Batignolles.
So A M'a donn? cong?,
But God has ben avenged me?:
A just died of smallpox,
Batignolles.
The moral of this prayer?,
It's like Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Daddy,
Should I ever go? l'?Cole,
Batignolles.