Le Père Noël et la petite fille, incl.Leggenda di Natale; La canzone di Marinella; Bocca di Rosa

Georges Brassens

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Bocca di Rosa - La versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014] Dal...

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 called her Rosemouth, she put love, she put love, they called her Rosemouth, she put love above everything else. As soon as she got off at the station in the small town of Sant’Ilario, everyone noticed with one look that she was nothing to do with a missionary. There are those who make love out of boredom, those that choose it as a profession. Rosemouth was neither one nor the other, she did it for passion. But passion often leads to satisfying its own wants without investigating whether a partner in lust has a free heart, or else has a wife. And thus it was that from one day to the next Rosemouth brought down upon herself the black ire of the bitches from whom she had taken a bone. But nosy neighbors of a hamlet aren't shining examples of initiative. The countermeasures up until that point were limited to invective. We all know that people give good advice, feeling like Jesus in the temple. We all know that people give good advice if they can’t set a bad example. Thus an older woman, never a wife, ever childless, with no more longings, took the trouble, and certainly with relish, to give everyone some proper advice. And addressing the cuckolds she held forth to them with sharp words: "The theft of love will be punished," she said, "by the established order." And they went to the commissioner and they said, without paraphrasing: “That despicable woman already has too many customers, more than a food co-op.” And four gendarmes arrived with their plumes, with their plumes, and four gendarmes arrived with their plumes and with their weapons. Often the cops and the carabinieri fail at their own duty, but not when they are in dress uniform. And they accompanied her to the first train. A tender heart is not an endowment the carabinieri are overflowing with. But that time, to catch the train, they grudgingly accompanied her. At the station there was everyone from the commissioner to the sexton. At the station everyone was there with red eyes and hat in hand to greet one who just for a moment, without pretense, without pretense, to greet one who just for a moment brought love to the village. There was a yellow sign with a black inscription, it said: “Farewell Rosemouth, springtime is parting with you.” But news that’s a bit unusual doesn't need any newspapers. Like an arrow shot from a bow, it flies fast by word of mouth. And at the next station, many more people than when she departed - one who throws a kiss, one who tosses a flower, one who makes reservations for two hours. Even the parish priest, who doesn’t condemn - between a "have mercy" and an annointment of the sick - the ephemeral gift of beauty, wants her beside him in the procession. And with the Virgin in the first row and Rosemouth not far behind, he takes them out for a walk through the village, Sacred Love and Love Profane.