La Bottine Souriante — Dans Paris y'a t'une brune song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dans Paris y'a t'une brune" by La Bottine Souriante.
Lyrics
C’est dans Paris y a-t-une brune
Qu’y est parfaite en beaut?
Qui vit dans l’embarras
Si belle et jolie, qu’elle pleura son amant
Qu’elle pleura son amant sur la perte d’un chat
Par un grand jour de f? te, cette pauvre b? te
Fut pris d’un grand mal de t? te
D’une douleur d’estomac
On lui coupa l’oreille, on lui tranche la merveille
Le troisi? me d’un conseil que le chat expira
En voyant cette carcasse? tendue sur la place
En gigotant des pattes, attendant son tr? pas
Parmi tous ces auteurs
Parmi tous ces sculpteurs
Un beau bouquet de fleurs sur le pied d’un sofa
Il faut aller sur l’enverri?re, le cimeti? re
La grande suite par-derri?re
Port? e par quatre chats
Quatre chats ben honn? tes
Le dos couvert de cr? tes
Des gants noirs dans les mains
Portant les coins du drap
Qui a compos? la chanson, sont trois gar? ons
D? vidant les bouteilles, remplissant les flacons
Quand on aura bu de ce bon superflu
? la tonne nous irons
La champlure nous vid’rons
Lyrics translation
It's in Paris Is there a brunette
What is perfect in beauty?
Who lives in embarrassment
So beautiful and pretty, that she cried her lover
That she mourned her lover over the loss of a cat
On a big f day? you, that poor b? tee
Was taken from a great sore t? tee
Symptoms of stomach pain
We cut off his ear, we cut off his wonder
The third? give me some advice that the cat will expire
Seeing that carcass? stretched on the square
Wiggling paws, waiting for his tr? not
Among all these authors
Among all these sculptors
A beautiful bouquet of flowers on the foot of a sofa
Do we have to go to the Sentry?King, the cemeteries? re
The big suite behind?re
Port? e by four cats
Four ben honn cats? tee
Back covered in cr? tee
Black gloves in the hands
Wearing the corners of the sheet
Who wrote it? the song, are three gar? ons
D? emptying bottles, filling bottles
When we have drunk of this superfluous good
? the ton we will go
The champlure we'll see