Paroles et traduction Henri Dès - La légende de Saint-Nicolas

La légende de Saint-Nicolas

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s′en allaient glaner aux champs

Ils sont allés chez le boucher
Boucher, voudrais-tu nous loger?
Entrez, entrez petits enfants
Y'a de la place assurément

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s′en allaient glaner aux champs

Ils n'étaient pas plutôt rentrés
Que le boucher les a tués
Les a coupés en p'tits morceaux
Mis au saloir comme pourceaux

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s′en allaient glaner aux champs

Saint Nicolas au bout d′sept ans
Vint à passer dedans ce champ
Alla frapper chez le boucher
Boucher, voudrais-tu me loger?

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s'en allaient glaner aux champs

Entrez, entrez Saint Nicolas
Y′a de la place, il n'en manqu′pas
II n'était pas plutôt entré
Qu′il a demandé à souper

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s'en allaient glaner aux champs

Voulez-vous un morceau d'jambon?
Je n′en veux pas, il est pas bon
Voulez-vous un morceau de veau?
Je n′en veux pas, il est pas beau

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s'en allaient glaner aux champs

Du p′tit salé je veux avoir
Qu'il y a sept ans qu′est dans l'saloir
Quand le boucher entendit ça
Hors de sa porte il s′enfuya

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s'en allaient glaner aux champs

Boucher, boucher ne t'enfuis pas
Je suis le grand Saint Nicolas
Et le saint étendit trois doigts
Les p′tits se lèvent tous les trois

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s′en allaient glaner aux champs

Le premier dit: 'J′ai bien dormi'
Le second dit: ′Et moi aussi'
Et le troisième répondit: ′Je croyais être au paradis'

II était trois petits enfants
Qui s'en allaient glaner aux champs

The Legend of Saint Nicolas

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

They went to the butcher
Butcher, would you lodge us?
Come in, come in little children
There is room for sure

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

They had not entered soon
That the butcher killed them
Cut them into small pieces
Put in the salt cellar like pork

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

Saint Nicolas, at the end of seven years
Came to pass in this field
Knocked at the butcher's
Butcher, would you lodge me?

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

Come in, come in Saint Nicolas
There is room, there is no shortage
He had not entered soon
He asked for supper

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

Would you like a piece of ham?
I don't want any, it's not good
Would you like a piece of veal?
I don't want any, it's not pretty

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

I want some corned beef
That has been in the salt cellar for seven years
When the butcher heard that
He ran out his door

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

Butcher, butcher, don't run away
I am the great Saint Nicolas
And the saint extended three fingers
The little ones all get up

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields

The first said: 'I slept well'
The second said: 'And so did I'
And the third replied: 'I thought I was in paradise'

There were three little children
Who went to glean in the fields