Текст и перевод песни Dick Annegarn - Attila Joszef

Attila Joszef

Qu′est-ce que je sais de ce po? te-l?
Sauf qu'il avait le verbe bref
Et qu′il s'appelait Attila, Attila Joszef
En ancienne Transylvanie
Un pauvre jour il naquit
Son p? re? tait d? j? parti, l'amour? tait bref

Pauvre magyar, t′aurais voulu valider ton histoire
Tu n′aurais pas mieux fait

Ses deux petites s? urs et sa m? re
Vivaient dans le m? me deux pi? ces
Avec d'autres locataires peu avares de leurs fesses
Ils l′ont chang? de famille
Qui l'ont chang? de pr? nom
Ami en terre ennemi, enfant sans ballon

Pauvre magyar, t′aurais voulu valider ton histoire
Tu n'aurais pas mieux fait

Il a grandi puis vieilli
Lisant tout ce qui se lit
Vivant du peu de r? pit que lui laisse sa chance
On lui refuse son dipl? me
Pour une fausse ind? cence
Et sans d? tour il nous pr? ne le d? lit d′innocence

Pauvre magyar, t'aurais voulu valider ton histoire
Tu n'aurais pas mieux fait

Il a quitt? le Parti,
Qui ne l′a pas accept?
Il a pris part et parti pour l′? ternit?
Il a quitt? la maison
Pour faire un tour pour toujours
Il a quitt? le perron aller sans retour

Pauvre magyar, t'aurais voulu valider ton histoire
Tu n′aurais pas mieux fait

Attila Joseph

What do I know about this poet?
Except that he was brief
And that his name was Attila, Attila Joseph
In ancient Transylvania
One poor day he was born
His father had already left, love was brief

Poor Hungarian, you would have liked to validate your story
You couldn't have done better

His two little sisters and his mother
Lived in the same two rooms
With other tenants who were not stingy with their buttocks
They changed his family
Who changed his name
Friend on earth enemy, child without a ball

Poor Hungarian, you would have liked to validate your story
You couldn't have done better

He grew up and then grew old
Reading everything that can be read
Living on the little respite that his luck leaves him
He is refused his diploma
For a false innocence
And without detour he preaches to us the crime of innocence

Poor Hungarian, you would have liked to validate your story
You couldn't have done better

He left the Party,
Who did not accept him?
He took part and left for eternity?
He left the house
To take a tour forever
He left the porch to go without return

Poor Hungarian, you would have liked to validate your story
You couldn't have done better