Renaud — Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti" by Renaud.
Lyrics
Elle avait la taill' faite au tour,
Les hanches pleines,
Et chassait l’mle aux alentours
De la Mad’leine …
A sa faon d’me dir': «Mon rat,
Est-c'que j’te tente? «Je vis que j’avais affaire
Un' dbutante …
L’avait l’don, c’est vrai, j’en conviens,
L’avait l’gnie,
Mais, sans technique, un don n’est rien
Qu’un' sal' manie …
Certes on ne se fait pas putain
Comme on s’fait nonne,
C’est du moins c’qu’on prche, en latin,
A la Sorbonne …
Me sentant rempli de piti
Pour la donzelle,
J’lui enseignai, de son mtier,
Les p’tit’s ficelles …
J’lui enseignai l’moyen d’bientt
Faire fortune,
En bougeant l’endroit o le dos
R’ssemble la lune …
Car, dans l’art de fair' le trottoir,
Je le confesse,
Le difficile est d’bien savoir
Jouer des fesses …
On n’tortill' pas son popotin
D’la mme manire,
Pour un droguiste, un sacristain,
Un fonctionnaire …
Rapidement instruite par
Mes bons offices,
Elle m’investit d’une part
D’ses bnfices
On s’aida mutuellement,
Comm' dit l’pote.
Ell' tait l’corps, naturell’ment,
Puis moi la tte …
Un soir, la suite de Manњuvres douteuses,
Elle' tomba victim' d’une
Maladie honteuse …
Lors, en tout bien, toute amiti,
En fille probe,
Elle me passa la moiti
De ses microbes …
Aprs des injections aigus
J’abandonnai l’mtier d’cocu
Systmatique …
Elle eut beau pousser des sanglots,
Braire tu'-tte,
Comme je n’tais qu’un salaud,
J’me fis honnte …
Sitt prive de ma tutelle,
Ma pauvre amie
Courut essuyer du bordel
Les infamies …
Parat qu’elle s’vend mme des flics,
Quelle dcadence !
Y’a plus d’moralit publique
Dans notre France …
Lyrics translation
She had the round cut.,
Full hips,
And chased the mle around
De la Mad'leine …
"My rat.,
Do I tempt you? "I saw that I was dealing
A dbutant …
He had the gift, that's right, I agree.,
It had the gnie,
But, without technique, a gift is nothing
That a ' sal ' mania …
Of course we do not fuck
How we make ourselves nun,
It's at least what we prche, in latin,
At the Sorbonne …
Feeling filled with piti
For the maiden,
I taught him, from his mtier,
The P'tit's strings …
I taught him the way soon
Making a fortune,
Moving the place o the back
Set the moon …
Because in the art of fair ' the sidewalk,
I confess.,
The hard thing is to know
Playing butt …
We don't twist her ass
Mrs. manire,
For a drug addict, a sacristan,
Official …
Quickly educated by
My good offices,
She invests me on the one hand
Of its profits
We helped each other,
Like The Buddy said.
He was the body, naturally.,
Then I'm the lieutenant. …
One evening, the continuation of dubious maneuvers,
She 'fell victim' of a
Shameful disease …
Then, in all good, all friends,
In Girl probe,
She gave me the half
Of its microbes …
After acute injections
I gave up the cuckold mtier
Systmatic …
She had enough to grow sobs,
Braire tu' - tte,
As I keep my mouth shut as a son of a bitch,
I was honest. …
Sitt deprived of my guardianship,
My poor friend
Ran to wipe from the brothel
Infamy …
Parat that she sells Mrs. cops,
What a coincidence !
There's more public morality
In our France …