Текст и перевод песни Georges Brassens - L'assassinat

L'assassinat

C′est pas seulement à Paris que le crime fleurit
Nous, au village, aussi, l'on a de beaux assassinats
Il avait la tête chenue et le cœur ingénu
Il eut un retour de printemps pour une de 20 ans
Il eut un retour de printemps pour une de 20 ans

Mais la chair fraîche, la tendre chair, mon vieux, ça coûte cher
Au bout de 5 à 6 baisers, son or fut épuisé
Quand sa menotte elle a tendue, triste, il a répondu
Qu′il était pauvre comme Job, elle a remis sa robe
Qu'il était pauvre comme Job, elle a remis sa robe

Elle alla quérir son coquin qu'avait l′appât du gain
Sont revenus chez le grigou, faire un bien mauvais coup
Et pendant qu′il le lui tenait, elle l'assassinait
On dit que, quand il expira, la langue elle lui montra
On dit que, quand il expira, la langue elle lui montra

Mirent tout sens dessus dessous, trouvèrent pas un sou
Mais des lettres de créanciers, mais des saisies d′huissiers
Alors, prise d'un vrai remord, elle eut chagrin du mort
Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux, elle dit "Pardonne-nous"
Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux, elle dit "Pardonne-nous"

Quand les gendarmes sont arrivés, en pleurs ils l′ont trouvée
C'est une larme au fond des yeux qui lui valut les cieux
Et le matin qu′on la pendit, elle fut en paradis
Certains dévots, depuis ce temps sont un peu mécontents
Certains dévots, depuis ce temps sont un peu mécontents

C'est pas seulement à Paris que le crime fleurit
Nous, au village, aussi, l'on a de beaux assassinats
Nous, au village, aussi, l′on a de beaux assassinats

The Murder

It's not only in Paris that crime flourishes
We, in the village, too, have our fair share of assassinations
He had a gray head and a naive heart
He had a spring fling with a 20-year-old
He had a spring fling with a 20-year-old

But fresh flesh, tender flesh, my love, comes at a high price
After 5 or 6 kisses, his gold was exhausted
When she reached out her little hand, sadly, he replied
That he was as poor as Job, she put her dress back on
That he was as poor as Job, she put her dress back on

She went to fetch her rascal who had a taste for money
They returned to the miser, to play a dirty trick
And while he held it for her, she murdered him
They say that when he breathed his last, his tongue showed
They say that when he breathed his last, his tongue showed

They turned everything upside down, but they didn't find a penny
But they found letters from creditors, but seizures from bailiffs
Then, seized by a surge of remorse, she grieved for the dead man
And, falling to her knees on him, she said "Forgive us"
And, falling to her knees on him, she said "Forgive us"

When the gendarmes arrived, they found her in tears
It was a tear in the depths of her eyes that sent her to heaven
And the morning they hanged her, she was in paradise
Some devotees have been a little disgruntled ever since
Some devotees have been a little disgruntled ever since

It's not only in Paris that crime flourishes
We, in the village, too, have our fair share of assassinations
We, in the village, too, have our fair share of assassinations