Paroles et traduction Pierre Perret - Le Bouillon d'canard

Le Bouillon d'canard

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Il tombait un sacr? bouillon de canard
Elle avait des cheveux tout mouill? s
De grands yeux effray? s
Des blue-jeans tout souill? s
Il tombait un sacr? bouillon de canard

Elle me dit monsieur je crois que vous? tes bien tomb?
A faire du stop la nuit je sens que je me suis enrhum? e
A la lueur de mes phares je l'ai prise par la main
Et dans l'autre elle tenait une b? che de jardin
Deux carrefours plus loin on arrive devant sa maison
Isol? e de tout qui sentait bon la fenaison
Entrez je vis toute seule je suis veuve depuis peu
Un grog vous fera du bien profitez de ce bon feu

{Au Refrain}

Voil? me dit-elle j'avais? pous? un forban
Aux m? urs? quivoques une folle perdue dans ses rubans
C'? tait une vraie chochotte le roi du tourniquet
J'adore les jeux vilains mais j'ai horreur du bilboquet
Tout en me narrant ses beaux d? boires conjugaux
Elle? ta ses jeans devant la flamme des fagots
Et le tee-shirt marine qui moulait ses seins blancs
Vola au dessus de la vierge qui prot? geait son enfant

{Au Refrain}

C'est ainsi dit-elle pour en finir une fois pour toute
Que j'ai d? saupoudrer un peu de cyanure dans son yaourt
Je ne suis pas rancuni? re monsieur croyez-le bien
Car je l'ai enterr? moi-m? me et de mes propres mains
La suite de l'histoire je ne la per? ue que fort peu
Tout perdu que j'? tais entre ses jolies griffes bleues
Et puis ce grog perfide comme ses grands yeux de chat
M'exp? dia dans les vaps aux fronti? res de l'au-del?

{Au Refrain}

Ce qu'elle disait aux flics je ne m'en suis jamais bien souvenu
Y avait deux cents gendarmes et des menottes et j'? tais nu
Elle leur parlait tr? s vite de viol d'assassinat
Et je crus deviner qu'il? tait fort question de moi
Me brandissant la b? che qui avait enseveli son mari
Elle hurlait salaud o? as-tu enterr? mon ch? ri
Notre police madame ferait parler un mur
Et ce monstre avouera lui dit le chef soyez-en sure!

{Au Refrain} canard
Elle avait des cheveux tout mouill? s
De grands yeux effray? s
Des blue-jeans tout souill? s
Il tombait un sacr? bouillon de canard

Elle me dit monsieur je crois que vous? tes bien tomb?
A faire du stop la nuit je sens que je me suis enrhum? e
A la lueur de mes phares je l'ai prise par la main
Et dans l'autre elle tenait une b? che de jardin
Deux carrefours plus loin on arrive devant sa maison
Isol? e de tout qui sentait bon la fenaison
Entrez je vis toute seule je suis veuve depuis peu
Un grog vous fera du bien profitez de ce bon feu

{Au Refrain}

Voil? me dit-elle j'avais? pous? un forban
Aux m? urs? quivoques une folle perdue dans ses rubans
C'? tait une vraie chochotte le roi du tourniquet
J'adore les jeux vilains mais j'ai horreur du bilboquet
Tout en me narrant ses beaux d? boires conjugaux
Elle? ta ses jeans devant la flamme des fagots
Et le tee-shirt marine qui moulait ses seins blancs
Vola au dessus de la vierge qui prot? geait son enfant

{Au Refrain}

C'est ainsi dit-elle pour en finir une fois pour toute
Que j'ai d? saupoudrer un peu de cyanure dans son yaourt
Je ne suis pas rancuni? re monsieur croyez-le bien
Car je l'ai enterr? moi-m? me et de mes propres mains
La suite de l'histoire je ne la per? ue que fort peu
Tout perdu que j'? tais entre ses jolies griffes bleues
Et puis ce grog perfide comme ses grands yeux de chat
M'exp? dia dans les vaps aux fronti? res de l'au-del?

{Au Refrain}

Ce qu'elle disait aux flics je ne m'en suis jamais bien souvenu
Y avait deux cents gendarmes et des menottes et j'? tais nu
Elle leur parlait tr? s vite de viol d'assassinat
Et je crus deviner qu'il? tait fort question de moi
Me brandissant la b? che qui avait enseveli son mari
Elle hurlait salaud o? as-tu enterr? mon ch? ri
Notre police madame ferait parler un mur
Et ce monstre avouera lui dit le chef soyez-en sure!

{Au Refrain}

The Duck Broth

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It was pouring down, a real duck broth kind of rain
Her hair was completely soaked
Her eyes were wide with fright
Her blue jeans were all soiled
It was pouring down, a real duck broth kind of rain

"Sir," she said, "I think you've come at the right time"
"Hitchhiking at night, I feel like I've caught a cold"
In the glow of my headlights, I took her hand
And in the other, she held a garden spade
Two crossroads later, we arrived at her house
Isolated from everything, smelling of haymaking
"Come in, I live alone, I've been a widow for a short while"
"A grog will do you good, enjoy this good fire"

{Chorus}

"There you go," she said, "I had married a scoundrel"
"With questionable morals, a madwoman lost in her ribbons"
"He was a real wimp, the king of the merry-go-round"
"I love naughty games, but I hate cup-and-ball"
While telling me about her marital misadventures
She took off her jeans in front of the flames of the logs
And the navy t-shirt that molded her white breasts
Flew above the virgin who protected her child

{Chorus}

"That's how," she said, "to end it once and for all"
"I sprinkled a little cyanide in his yogurt"
"I'm not resentful, sir, believe me"
"Because I buried him myself, with my own hands"
The rest of the story, I barely perceived it
Lost as I was between her pretty blue claws
And then this treacherous grog, like her big cat eyes
Sent me into the vapors, to the borders of the afterlife

{Chorus}

What she told the cops, I never really remembered
There were two hundred gendarmes, handcuffs, and I was naked
She spoke to them very quickly about rape and murder
And I thought I guessed that I was the main topic
Waving the spade that had buried her husband
She screamed, "Bastard, where did you bury my darling?"
"Our police, madam, would make a wall talk"
"And this monster will confess," the chief told her, "Be sure of it!"

{Chorus} duck
Her hair was completely soaked
Her eyes were wide with fright
Her blue jeans were all soiled
It was pouring down, a real duck broth kind of rain

"Sir," she said, "I think you've come at the right time"
"Hitchhiking at night, I feel like I've caught a cold"
In the glow of my headlights, I took her hand
And in the other, she held a garden spade
Two crossroads later, we arrived at her house
Isolated from everything, smelling of haymaking
"Come in, I live alone, I've been a widow for a short while"
"A grog will do you good, enjoy this good fire"

{Chorus}

"There you go," she said, "I had married a scoundrel"
"With questionable morals, a madwoman lost in her ribbons"
"He was a real wimp, the king of the merry-go-round"
"I love naughty games, but I hate cup-and-ball"
While telling me about her marital misadventures
She took off her jeans in front of the flames of the logs
And the navy t-shirt that molded her white breasts
Flew above the virgin who protected her child

{Chorus}

"That's how," she said, "to end it once and for all"
"I sprinkled a little cyanide in his yogurt"
"I'm not resentful, sir, believe me"
"Because I buried him myself, with my own hands"
The rest of the story, I barely perceived it
Lost as I was between her pretty blue claws
And then this treacherous grog, like her big cat eyes
Sent me into the vapors, to the borders of the afterlife

{Chorus}

What she told the cops, I never really remembered
There were two hundred gendarmes, handcuffs, and I was naked
She spoke to them very quickly about rape and murder
And I thought I guessed that I was the main topic
Waving the spade that had buried her husband
She screamed, "Bastard, where did you bury my darling?"
"Our police, madam, would make a wall talk"
"And this monster will confess," the chief told her, "Be sure of it!"

{Chorus}