L'écolier assassin - Malicorne

D’où reviens-tu mon fils Jacques, d’où reviens-tu cette nuit?

Je viens des écoles, ma mère, des écoles de Paris

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Tu as menti là, mon drôle, tu reviens de voir ta mie

Je voudrais la voir morte et avoir son cœur ici

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Que donneriez-vous ma mère si je la faisais mourir?

Je donnerais chemise blanche, de l’argent à ton plaisir

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Il est allé voir sa belle sitôt le soleil levé

En arrivant à sa porte, l’entendit minuit sonner

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Il la prend par sa main blanche, au jardin l’a emmenée

Il a pris sa claire épée, le p’tit doigt lui a coupé

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Ah !

Mon Dieu que de souffrances que j’endure cette nuit

Tu en souffriras bien d’autres avant qu' la nuit soit finie

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Il la couche sur l'épine, oh, qui graine sans fleurir

Lui a pris le cœur du ventre, dans sa chemise il l’a mis

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Tenez, ma cruelle mère, voilà le cœur de ma mie

Tu as menti par ta bouche, c’est le cœur d’une brebis

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Oh !

Montagnes sur montagnes, écrasez-vous sur mon corps

J’ai fait mourir ma maîtresse, je n' mérite que la mort

J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

Where are you from, my son Jacques, where are you from tonight?

I come from the schools, my mother, from the schools of Paris

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

You lied there, darling, you just came back to see your sweetie

I would like to see her dead and have her heart here

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

What would you give my mother if I killed her?

I would give white shirt, money to your pleasure

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

He went to see his beauty as soon as the sun came up

Arriving at his door, heard him ringing midnight

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

He takes her by his white hand, to the garden took her

He took his bright sword, the little finger cut him

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

Ah!

My God what sufferings I endure this night

You will suffer many more before the night is over

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

He lays it on the thorn, oh, that seeds without blossoming

Took his heart from his belly, in his shirt he put it

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

Here, my cruel mother, here is the heart of my dear

You lied with your mouth, it's a sheep's heart

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale

Oh !

Mountain upon mountain, crash into my body

I killed my mistress, I only deserve death

I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale