L'assassinat - Georges Brassens

C’est pas seulement à Paris

Que le crime fleurit

Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a

De beaux assassinats

Il avait la tête chenu'

Et le coeur ingénu

Il eut un retour de printemps

Pour une de vingt ans

Mais la chair fraîch', la tendre chair

Mon vieux, ça coûte cher

Au bout de cinq à six baisers

Son or fut épuisé

Quand sa menotte elle a tendu'

Triste, il a répondu

Qu’il était pauvre comme Job

Elle a remis sa rob'

Elle alla quérir son coquin

Qui avait l’appât du gain

Sont revenus chez le grigou

Faire un bien mauvais coup

Et pendant qu’il le lui tenait

Elle l’assassinait

On dit que, quand il expira

La langue ell' lui montra

Mirent tout sens dessus dessous

Trouvèrent pas un sou

Mais des lettres de créanciers

Mais des saisi’s d’huissiers

Alors, prise d’un vrai remords

Elle eut chagrin du mort

Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux

Ell' dit: «Pardonne-nous !»

Quand les gendarm’s sont arrivés

En pleurs ils l’ont trouvé'

C’est une larme au fond des yeux

Qui lui valut les cieux

Et le matin qu’on la pendit

Ell' fut en paradis

Certains dévots, depuis ce temps

Sont un peu mécontents

C’est pas seulement à Paris

Que le crime fleurit

Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a

De beaux assassinats

It's not just in Paris

Let crime flourish

We in the village also have

Beautiful Assassinations

He had a gray head

And the ingenuous heart

There was a spring return

For a twenty year old

But fresh flesh, tender flesh

Dude, it's expensive

After five to six kisses

His gold was exhausted

When her handcuff she stretched'

Sad, he replied

That he was poor like Job

She put her dress back on

She went to fetch her rascal

Who had the lure of gain

Came back to the grigou

Take a bad shot

And while he held it to her

She murdered him

It is said that when he expired

The tongue she showed him

Turn everything upside down

Didn't find a penny

But letters from creditors

But seized by bailiffs

So, seized with real remorse

She was sorry for the dead

And, on him, falling to his knees

She said, "Forgive us!"

When the cops arrived

In tears they found him'

It's a tear in the eyes

which brought him the heavens

And the morning they hanged her

She was in heaven

Some devotees since that time

Are a little unhappy

It's not just in Paris

Let crime flourish

We in the village also have

Beautiful Assassinations