Текст и перевод песни Georges Brassens - Jean rentre au village

Jean rentre au village

Jean rentre au village
Son père chercher, Le cherche trois heures, Où s'est-il caché? Mais un brave cur lui dit: Ton papa, pauvre petit, Il est en hospice, Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil.
Jean va-t-en hospice
Son père chercher.
Le cherche trois heures, Où s'est-il caché? Mais un brave cur lui dit
Ton papa pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en morgue, Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil.
Jean s'en va-t-en morgue
Son père chercher, Le cherche trois heures, Où s'est-il caché? Mais un brave cur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit, L'est déjà-t-en bière, Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil.
Jean s'en va-t-en bière
Son père chercher, Le cherche trois heures, Où s'est-il caché? Mais un brave cur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit, L'est déjà-t-en route, Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil.
Jean s'en va-t-en route
Son père chercher, Le cherche trois heures, Où s'est-il caché? Mais un brave cur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit, L'est déjà-t-en terre, Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil.
Jean s'en va-t-en terre
Son père chercher, Le cherche trois heures, Où s'est-il caché? Mais un brave cur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit, L'est déjà-t-en cendres, Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil.

Jean Goes Home to the Village

Jean goes home to the village
His father looks for him, Looks for him three hours, Where is he hiding? But a good priest tells him: Your father, poor little one, He is in hospice, The good Lord is not kind.
Jean goes to the hospice
To look for his father.
Looks for him three hours, Where is he hiding? But a good priest tells him
Your father poor little one
Is already in the morgue, The good Lord is not kind.
Jean goes to the morgue
To look for his father, Looks for him three hours, Where is he hiding? But a good priest tells him
Your father, poor little one, Is already in the coffin, The good Lord is not kind.
Jean goes to the coffin
To look for his father, Looks for him three hours, Where is he hiding? But a good priest tells him
Your father, poor little one, Is already on his way, The good Lord is not kind.
Jean goes on the road
To look for his father, Looks for him three hours, Where is he hiding? But a good priest tells him
Your father, poor little one, Is already in the ground, The good Lord is not kind.
Jean goes to the ground
To look for his father, Looks for him three hours, Where is he hiding? But a good priest tells him
Your father, poor little one, Is already ashes, The good Lord is not kind.