Aristide Bruant — A La Bastoche song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A La Bastoche" by Aristide Bruant.
Lyrics
Il? tait n? pr? s du canal
Par l… dans l’quartier d’l’Arsenal
Sa maman, qu’avait pas d’mari,
L’appelait son petit Henri…
Mais on l’appelait la Filoche,
A la Bastoche.
I’n’faisait pas sa soci? t?
Du g? nie de la libert?,
I' n'?tait pas r? publicain,
Il? tait l’ami du rouquin
Et le p’tit homme? la M? loche,
A la Bastoche.
A c’tte ?poqu'-l?, c'?tait l’bon temps:
La M? loche avait dix-huit ans,
Et la Filoche? tait rupin:
Il allait des fois en sapin,
Il avait du jonc dans sa poche,
A la Bastoche.
Mais? a peut pas durer toujours,
Apr? s la saison des amours
C’est la mistoufle, et ben souvent,
Faut s’les caler avec du vent
Filer la com? te et la cloche,
A la Bastoche.
Un soir qu’il avait pas mang?,
Qu’i r? dait comme un enrag?,
Il a, pour barboter l’quibus,
D’un conducteur des omnibus,
Crev? la panse et la sacoche,
A la Bastoche.
Et sur la bascule? Charlot,
Il a pay? sans dire un mot:
A la Roquette, un beau matin,
Il a fait voir? ceux d’Pantin,
Comment savait mourir un broche
De la Bastoche !
Il? tait n? pr? s du canal
Par l… dans l’quartier d’l’Arsenal
Sa maman, qu’avait pas d’mari,
L’appelait son petit Henri…
Mais on l’appelait la Filoche,
A la Bastoche.
#FIN"
Lyrics translation
He? tait n? pr? s of the channel
By L ... in the Arsenal district
His mother, who had no husband,
He was called his little Henri…
But it was called The Trickster,
To La Bastoche.
Wasn't he a partner? t?
G? nie from libert?,
I 'n'?isn't that right? publican,
He? tait the friend of the redhead
What about the little man? at M? loach,
To La Bastoche.
See you ?little-l?, c'?be the good time:
At M? loche was eighteen years old,
And The Trickster? Tait rupin:
He used to ride a tree sometimes.,
He had a rod in his pocket.,
To La Bastoche.
More? a may not last forever,
Apr? s the season of love
It is the mistoufle, and ben often,
You have to stall them with wind
Run the com? you and the bell,
To La Bastoche.
One night he didn't have mang?,
What i r? gave like a enrag?,
He has, for bubbling the quibus,
From an omnibus driver,
Crev? the belly and the bag,
To La Bastoche.
And on the rocker? Charlot,
Did he pay? without saying a word:
A La Arquette, a fine morning,
Did he show? those of Pantin,
How did a spit know how to die
From the Bastoche !
He? tait n? pr? s of the channel
By L ... in the Arsenal district
His mother, who had no husband,
He was called his little Henri…
But it was called The Trickster,
To La Bastoche.
#END"