Below is the lyrics of the song Les punaises , artist - Anne Sylvestre with translation
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Anne Sylvestre
Quand à la messe j’allais
Alors fallait
Voir les punaises
Me lorgner sans pudeur
Du coin de leur
Regard qui biaise
À travers leurs mains jointes
Elles me lançaient des pointes
«Voyez un peu l’allure qu’elle a»
Ave, ave Marie Stella
Car moi, j’y allais qu' pour de bon
Balancer mes jupons
En écoutant l' sermon
Je faisais mon
P’tit inventaire
Le curé pas méchant
Tout en prêchant
Me regardait faire
S' disant «Dans une décade
Quand elle sera en rade
Elle viendra m' raconter tout ça»
Confiteor et cetera
Car moi, j’y allais qu'évidemment
Me choisir un amant
Au benedicamus
Ils étaient tous
Sur la sellette
Pour désigner l'élu
Moi, j’avais plus
Qu'à lever la tête
Aux aguets les punaises
Chuchotaient, bien à l’aise
Et faisaient des paris tout haut
Et cum spiri-i-tu tuo
Car j’avais bien l’air d’y aller
Que pour les faire parler
Au dernier évangile
Fallait voir s’ils
Quittaient leur chaise
Derrière tout un peloton
De margotons
Et de punaises
Je sortais la dernière
Juste après la chaisière
Un beau gars m’attendait en face
Tralala, Deo gratias
Et il m’entraînait pour de bon
Balançant mes jupons
Balançant mes jupons
Balançant mes jupons
When to mass I was going
So had to
See thumbtacks
Eyeing me shamelessly
From the corner of their
A skewed gaze
Through their joined hands
They were throwing spikes at me
"Look what she looks like"
Hail, hail Marie Stella
'Cause I was only going for good
Swing my petticoats
Listening to the sermon
I was doing my
Little inventory
The not mean priest
While preaching
Watched me do
Saying "In a decade
When she's down
She will come and tell me all about it”
Confiteor et cetera
Because me, I was going there of course
Choose me a lover
At Benedicamus
They were all
On the carpet
To appoint the elected
Me, I had more
Just raise your head
On the lookout for bedbugs
Whispered, comfortable
And were betting out loud
And cum spiri-i-tu tuo
'Cause I looked like I was going
Than to make them talk
To the last gospel
Had to see if they
left their chair
Behind a whole platoon
From margotons
And bedbugs
I came out last
Right after the chair
A handsome guy was waiting in front of me
Tralala, Deo gratias
And he was training me for good
Swinging my petticoats
Swinging my petticoats
Swinging my petticoats
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