Georges Brassens — L'assassinat song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'assassinat" by Georges Brassens.
Lyrics
C’est pas seulement à Paris
Que le crime fleurit
Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a
De beaux assassinats
Il avait la tête chenu'
Et le coeur ingénu
Il eut un retour de printemps
Pour une de vingt ans
Mais la chair fraîch', la tendre chair
Mon vieux, ça coûte cher
Au bout de cinq à six baisers
Son or fut épuisé
Quand sa menotte elle a tendu'
Triste, il a répondu
Qu’il était pauvre comme Job
Elle a remis sa rob'
Elle alla quérir son coquin
Qui avait l’appât du gain
Sont revenus chez le grigou
Faire un bien mauvais coup
Et pendant qu’il le lui tenait
Elle l’assassinait
On dit que, quand il expira
La langue ell' lui montra
Mirent tout sens dessus dessous
Trouvèrent pas un sou
Mais des lettres de créanciers
Mais des saisi’s d’huissiers
Alors, prise d’un vrai remords
Elle eut chagrin du mort
Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux
Ell' dit: «Pardonne-nous !»
Quand les gendarm’s sont arrivés
En pleurs ils l’ont trouvé'
C’est une larme au fond des yeux
Qui lui valut les cieux
Et le matin qu’on la pendit
Ell' fut en paradis
Certains dévots, depuis ce temps
Sont un peu mécontents
C’est pas seulement à Paris
Que le crime fleurit
Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a
De beaux assassinats
Lyrics translation
It's not just in Paris
That crime flourishes
We, in the village, too, have
Beautiful assassinations
He had the head chenu'
And the naive heart
He had a spring return
For one of twenty years
But the fresh flesh, the tender flesh
Dude, it's expensive.
After five to six kisses
His gold was exhausted
When her handcuff she stretched'
Sad, he replied
That he was poor as Job
She handed her rob'
She went to seek his naughty
Who had the bait of gain
Have returned to the grigou
Make a good bad shot
And while he was holding it
She was murdering him.
It is said that when it expires
The tongue she showed him
Turned everything upside down
Found not a penny
But letters from creditors
But seizures of bailiffs
So, taking a real remorse
She had grief from the dead
And, on him, falling to his knees
He said, " Forgive us !»
When the gendarmes arrived
In tears they found him'
It's a tear in the back of my eyes
Who earned him the heavens
And in the morning we hanged her
He was in Paradise
Some devotees, since that time
Are a little unhappy
It's not just in Paris
That crime flourishes
We, in the village, too, have
Beautiful assassinations