Le Père Noël et la petite fille, incl.Leggenda di Natale; La canzone di Marinella; Bocca di Rosa
Georges BrassensOriginal | Bocca di Rosa - La versione inglese di Riccardo Venturi |
LE PÈRE NOËL ET LA PETITE FILLE, INCL.LEGGENDA DI NATALE; LA CANZONE DI MARINELLA; BOCCA DI ROSA Avec sa hotte sur le dos Avec sa hotte sur le dos Il s'en venait d'Eldorado Il s'en venait d'Eldorado Il avait une barbe blanche Il avait nom "Papa Gâteau" Il a mis du pain sur ta planche Il a mis les mains sur tes hanches Il t'a prom'née dans un landeau Il t'a prom'née dans un landeau En route pour la vie d'château En route pour la vie d'château La belle vie dorée sur tranche Il te l'offrit sur un plateau Il a mis du grain dans ta grange Il a mis les mains sur tes hanches Toi qui n'avais rien sur le dos Toi qui n'avais rien sur le dos Il t'a couverte de manteaux Il t'a couverte de manteaux Il t'a vêtue comme un dimanche Tu n'auras pas froid de sitôt Il a mis l'hermine à ta hanche Il a mis les mains sur tes hanches Tous les camées, tous les émaux Tous les camées, tous les émaux Il les fit pendre à tes rameaux Il les fit pendre à tes rameaux Il fit rouler en avalanches Perles et rubis dans tes sabots Il a mis de l'or à ta branche Il a mis les mains sur tes hanches Tire la bell', tir' le rideau Tire la bell', tir' le rideau Sur tes misères de tantôt Sur tes misères de tantôt Et qu'au-dehors il pleuve, il vente Le mauvais temps n'est plus ton lot Le joli temps des coudées franches On a mis les mains sur tes hanches | ROSEMOUTH They call'd her Rosemouth, She did put love, she did put love They call'd her Rosemouth, She did put love above all things. No sooner had she arrived To the station of Sant'Ilario When ev'rybody realized at first sight She was no missionary at all. Someone makes love out of boredom, Someone chooses it for one's job; Neither of the two things for Rosemouth: She made love out of passion. But, as you know, passion often leads To gratifying one's own lust Without enquiring if he, who's lusted after Is still free or a married man. So, hearken! With her deed and actions Did Rosemouth arouse day by day Grapes of wrath of the little puppies She kept on stealing their bones from. But the wives of a small village Aren't so cute, as you may suppose: Up to that time their only reaction Was hurling insults at Rosemouth. You know that people give good advice Feeling as Jesus Christ in the Temple, You know that people give good advice If they can't set a bad example. So, and old woman still unmarried, Without children, without any lust, Took the trouble, and, I'm sure, the pleasure To give all 'em a right piece of advice: So, she addressed with witty words All that bunch of deceived wives: "This love stealth shall be punished", She said, "By the Police Force". And they all went to the Police Station And shouted without weighing their words: "That bitch already got more clients Than a farmer's cooperative." So four gendarmes, four gendarmes came With plumed hats, with plumed hats, So four gendarmes, four gendarmes came Well armed, with their plumed hats. You know policemen aren't renowned For having tender heart, for sure; But that time they took her to the train Not so willingly, I assure. All male villagers were there, including The Police Chief and the sexton, All male villagers were there With weeping eyes, bearing placards. To say goodbye and bon voyage To Rosemouth, who for short time Without pretension, without pretension Had brought love into that village. Someone had written in black On a yellow placard: "Goodbye, goodbye, Rosemouth! Spring is leaving us with you." But a piece of news like that Needs no newspaper, as you may suppose: Just like an arrow flung by a good bowman It spread so rapidly in the wind So, at the next station there were Much more people than when she had left: One blows her a kiss, one throws flowers, One books her for a couple of hours. Even the Priest, not disregarding Among burials and extreme unctions The short-lived pleasure of beauty, Wants her to follow the procession. With Our Lady in the front row And Rosemouth just behind The priest is walking through the village With both profane and sacred love! |