Текст и перевод песни Henri Salvador - Le fetard

Le fetard

Écoutez l′histoire affreuse
L'aventure douloureuse
D′un fêtard
Qui, chaque soir
Rentrait tard
Dans son appartement de l'avenue Mozart
Il avait un chapeau claque
Il avait une tête à claques
Un beau frac
Un gros sac
Et un maximum de goût pour le bac
Il aimait le jeu, les femmes
Et tous les tripots infâmes
Où l'on peut perdre son âme
En dansant un beau charleston
Avec une fille à la garçonne
Dieu veillait sur lui sans doute
Car bien que l′on n′y vit goutte
Le fêtard
Chaque soir
Dans le noir
Retrouvait l'avenue Mozart
Mais par un beau soir d′automne
Il ingurgita par tonnes
Du solide
Des liquides
Du fluide
Qui lui gonflèrent fortement le bide
Il eut l'envie importune
D′arroser sous la pleine lune
L' réverbère
Solitaire
Qui éclaire
Le Ministère de la Guerre
Mais faut croire qu′il voyait trouble
Plutôt à moitié que double
Car au lieu du luminaire
Il éteignit le factionnaire
Qui surveillait le Ministère
Et saisi par la milice
Du commissariat d' police
Le fêtard
Sans pétard
En caleçon
Finit sa noce au violon

The Reveler

Listen to the terrible story
The painful adventure
Of a reveler,
Who, every evening,
Would return late
To his apartment on avenue Mozart.
He wore a top hat,
He had a face that deserved a slap,
A beautiful tailcoat,
A big bag,
And a great taste for having a good time.
He loved gambling, women,
And all the infamous gambling dens,
Where you can lose your soul,
While dancing a beautiful Charleston,
With a tomboyish girl.
God was watching over him, no doubt,
Because even though you can't see a thing
The reveler,
Every evening,
In the dark,
Would find avenue Mozart.
But on a beautiful autumn evening,
He ingested by the ton,
Of solid food,
Of liquids,
Of fluids,
Which greatly swelled his belly.
He had the importunate desire,
To pee under the full moon,
The street lamp,
Solitary,
Which illuminates
The Ministry of War.
But you have to believe that he saw double,
Rather than just seeing straight,
Because instead of the lamp,
He put out the guard,
Who was guarding the Ministry.
And seized by the police,
From the police station
The reveler,
Without firecrackers,
In his underpants,
Ended his party in jail.