Aristide Bruant — A la Chapelle song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A la Chapelle" by Aristide Bruant.
Lyrics
Quand les heur’s a tomb’nt comm' des glas,
La nuit quand i' fait du verglas,
Ou quand la neige a' s’amoncelle?
A la Chapelle,
On a frio, du haut en bas,
Car on a ni chaussett’s, ni bas;
On transpir' pas dans la flanelle,
A la Chapelle,
On a beau s’payer des souliers,
On a tout d’même frisquet aux pieds,
Car les souliers n’ont pas d’semelle,
A la Chapelle,
Dans l’temps, sous l’abri, tous les soirs,
On allumait trois grands chauffoirs,
Pour empêcher que l’peuple i' gèle,
A la Chapelle,
Alors on s’en foutait du froid !
Là-d'ssous on était comm' chez soi,
El' gaz i' nous servait d’chandelle,
A la Chapelle,
Mais l’quartier d’venait trop rupin,
Tous les sans-sou, tous les sans-pain
Radinaient tous, même ceux d’Grenelle,
A la Chapelle,
Et v’là porquoi qu’l’hiver suivant,
On n’nous a pus foutu qu’du vent,
Et l’vent n’est pas chaud, quand i' gèle,
A la Chapelle,
Aussi, maint’nant qu’on a pus d’feu,
On n’se chauffe pus, on grinche un peu,
I' fait moins froid à la Nouvelle,
Qu'à la Chapelle.
Lyrics translation
When the hits fell'nt comm ' of the glas,
At night when I ' made ice,
Or when the snow has piled up?
At the Chapel,
We got cold, from top to bottom,
Because we have neither socks nor stockings;
We don't sweat in the flannel.,
At the Chapel,
We can afford shoes.,
We still have a chill on our feet,
Because the shoes do not have a sole,
At the Chapel,
In time, under the shelter, every night,
We lit three large heaters,
To prevent the people I ' freeze,
At the Chapel,
So we didn't care about the cold !
There-of ssous we were comm ' at home,
El 'gaz i' served us as a candle,
At the Chapel,
But the neighborhood came too rupin,
All the penniless, all the breadless
Stingy all, even those of Grenelle,
At the Chapel,
And that's why the next winter,
We could only get blown by the wind,
And the wind is not hot, when I ' freeze,
At the Chapel,
Also, since we've had fire,
We do not heat pus, we squeak a little,
I ' is less cold to The New,
Only at the Chapel.