Текст и перевод песни Mort Shuman - Monsieur Lee

Monsieur Lee

Monsieur Lee revient de guerre
Sa tunique pleine de terre
Et sa grande épée brisée
A la main.

Il aurait pu disparaître
Dans les plantations peut-être
Ou devenir chercheur d'or
Avec son cousin du grand nord.

Mais
Monsieur Lee revient de guerre
Sa tunique pleine de terre
Pour revoir l'alligator
De l'Eluard appelé Nestor.

Il est tombé tant de mitraille
Que sur son ventre une entaille
Montre au soleil ses entrailles
Montre au soleil ses entrailles

Dans le grand marais fétide
Il flotte doucement et tranquille
Les quatre pattes vers le ciel
Les quatre pattes vers le ciel.

Monsieur Lee revient de guerre
Sa tunique pleine de terre
Et sa grande épée brisée
A la main.

Ce que la guerre n'a pu faire
Nestor seul vient de le faire
La première larme a jailli
Sur les joues de Monsieur Lee.

Monsieur Lee

Mister Lee returns from the war,
His tunic full of soil,
And his great sword broken,
In hand.

He could have disappeared,
Perhaps on plantations,
Or become a gold prospector,
With his cousin from the far north.

But
Mister Lee returns from the war,
His tunic full of soil,
To see again the alligator
Of the Eluard named Nestor.

So much shrapnel has fallen,
That a gash on his belly
Shows the sun his entrails,
Shows the sun his entrails.

In the great fetid swamp,
He floats gently and calmly,
All four paws towards the sky,
All four paws towards the sky.

Mister Lee returns from the war,
His tunic full of soil,
And his great sword broken,
In hand.

What the war could not do,
Nestor alone has just done,
The first tear has sprung
Over the cheeks of Mister Lee.