The chansonne of the avergnat
She is yours this song
You the Auvergnat who without
Gave you four pieces of wood
When in my life it was cold
You who gave me fire when
Crunchy and crunchy
All well-meaning people
Had locked my door to my nose
It was nothing but a wood fire
But he had heated my body
And in my soul it still burns
In the way of a bonfire
You Auvergnat when you die
When the Dead Whisker
Let him lead you through heaven
To the Eternal Father
She is yours this song
You hostess
Gave me four pieces of bread
When in my life he was hungry
You who opened your crib when
Crunchy and crunchy
All well-meaning people
Fun to see me fast
It was nothing but a bit of bread
But he had heated my body
And in my soul it still burns
In the Way of a Great Feast
You hostess when you die
When the Dead Whisker
Let him lead you through heaven
To the Eternal Father
She is yours this song
You stranger who
An unhappy look smiled at me
When the gendarmes took me
You who did not applaud when
Crunchy and crunchy
All well-meaning people
Laughs at seeing me take
It was nothing but a little honey
But he had heated my body
And in my soul it still burns
In the way of a great sun
You stranger when you die
When the Dead Whisker
Let him lead you through heaven
To the eternal father.
The simplicity of [Georges Brassens]
Has made him one of the most beloved artists
Of the French cultural heritage.
His repertory, impertinent but never provocative,
Draws a portrait without pity, and yet so tender,
Of his contemporaries.
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