Pigalle — Pauvre grand song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pauvre grand" by Pigalle.
Lyrics
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Les raboteux disaient de lui,
Il a le sang chaud dans la cervelle
La maladie n’est pas mortelle,
Mais faut pas lui faire d’ennui
Sa mère l’aimait tendrement,
Elle le soignait comme un malade
Et quand il prenait un air maussade
Elle le soignait en lui disant:
«Qu'est ce tu fait, pauvre Grand
Ecoutes donc ta vieille mère
Pourquoi tu fais tant de misère
A ta mère qui t’aime tant "
Un jour qu’il faisait en bateau
Le tour de l'étang sous les ombrages
Elle dit «il fait de l’orage,
Faudrait s’en retourner bientôt "
Il répondit «non on couche là «Et des deux mains prenant la rame,
Au large, il poussa barque et femme
Affolée, elle lui demanda
«Qu'est ce tu fait, pauvre Grand
Ecoutes donc ta vieille mère
Pourquoi tu fais tant de misère
A ta mère qui t’aime tant "
Quand le Grand fut las de ramer
Il se leva, se mit à rire
Saisi sa mère et sans rien dire
Dans l’air la fit tournoyer
Ce fut la chute dans l’eau d’un corps
Et puis les mains jointes levées
L’appel de lèvres noyées
Qui coulant suppliaient encore
«Qu'est ce tu fait, pauvre Grand
Ecoutes donc ta vieille mère
Pourquoi tu fais tant de misère
A ta mère qui t’aime tant "
Le Grand ne se rappelle plus
Il va souvent au cimetière
Enjambant d'étrange manière
L’herbe folle et les tumulus
Les raboteux disaient de lui,
Il a le sang chaud dans la cervelle
Mais quand on passe par la ruelle
On entend gémir dans la nuit
«Qu'est ce tu fait, si longtemps
Reviens donc ma bonne mère
Pourquoi tu fais tant de misère
A ton Grand qui t’aime tant »
Lyrics translation
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The planers said of him,
He's got hot blood in his brain.
The disease is not fatal,
But don't bother him.
His mother loved him dearly,
She treated him like a sick man.
And when he took a sullen look
She treated him by telling him:
"What are you doing, poor old man
Listen to your old mother.
Why are you so miserable
To your mother who loves you so much "
One day he was on a boat
The tour of the pond under the shadows
She says " it's Stormy,
Should be back soon "
He answered "No we lie there" and with both hands taking the OAR,
Off he pushed boat and wife
Frightened, she asked him
"What are you doing, poor old man
Listen to your old mother.
Why are you so miserable
To your mother who loves you so much "
When the Great was tired of rowing
He got up, laughed
Grabbed his mother and without saying anything
In the air made her twirl
It was the fall into the water of a body
And then the joined hands raised
The call of drowned lips
Who flowing still begged
"What are you doing, poor old man
Listen to your old mother.
Why are you so miserable
To your mother who loves you so much "
The Great no longer remembers
He often goes to the cemetery
Crossing in a strange way
Wild grass and mounds
The planers said of him,
He's got hot blood in his brain.
But when we go through the alley
We hear moaning in the night
"What are you doing, so long
Come back, my good mother.
Why are you so miserable
To your big one who loves you so much »