Georges Brassens — Celui qui a mal tourné song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Celui qui a mal tourné" by Georges Brassens.
Lyrics
1Il y avait des temps et des temps
Qu’je n’m’tais pas servi d’mes dents.
Qu’je n’mettais pas d’vin dans mon eau
Ni de charbon dans mon fourneau.
Tous les croqu’morts silencieux,
Me dvoraient dj des yeux:
Ma dernir' heur' allait sonner…
C’est alors que j’ai mal tourn.
2N'y allant pas par quatre chemins,
J’estourbis en un tournemain,
En un coup de bche excessif,
Un noctambule en or massif.
Les chats fourrs, quand ils ont su,
M’ont pos la patte dessus
Pour m’envoyer la Sant
Me refaire une honntet.
3Machin chose, Un tel, Une telle,
Tous ceux du commun des mortels
Furent d’avis que j’aurais d En bonn' justice tre pendu
la lanterne et sur-le-champ
Y s’voyaient dj partageant
Ma corde, en tout bien tout honneur
En guise de porte bonheur.
4Au bout d’un sicle on m’a jet
la porte de la Sant.
Comme je suis sentimental,
Je retourne au quartier natal,
Baissant le nez, rasant les murs,
Mal l’aise sur mes fmurs,
M’attendant voir les humains
Se dtourner de mon chemin.
5Y'en a un qui m’a dit: «Salut !
Te revoir on n’y comptait plus «Y'en a un qui m’a demand
Des nouvelles de ma sant.
Lors, j’ai vu qu’il restait encor'
Du mond' et du beau mond' sur terr'.
Et j’ai pleur, le cul par terre,
Toutes les larmes de mon corps
Lyrics translation
1there were times and times
Don't let me shut up with my teeth.
That I didn't put wine in my water
No coal in my stove.
All croqu ' mortos silent,
Me dvoravavent dj eyes:
My last 'heur' was going to ring…
That's when I got sick.
2do not go four ways,
I burst in a jiffy,
In an excessive blow,
A night owl in solid gold.
Furs cats, when they knew,
They put their paw on me.
To send me the health
Make me a honntet again.
3Machin thing, such a, such a,
All of the ordinary mortals
Were of the opinion that I would have been hanged in bonn
the lantern and on-the-spot
There were DJs sharing
My rope, in all good all honor
As a good luck charm.
4 at the end of a shekel I was thrown
the door of the Sant.
How sentimental I am,
I'm going back to my hometown.,
Lowering the nose, shaving the walls,
Uncomfortable on my fmurs,
Waiting for me to see the humans
Get out of my way.
5and there was one who said to me, " Hi !
See you again we didn't count on it anymore " there's one who asked me
News of my health.
Then I saw that he was still there.
The world and the beautiful world on terr.
And I cry, my ass on the floor,
All the tears of my body