Georges Brassens
Georges Brassens - L'amandier English translation lyrics
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The almond tree
I had the most beautiful almond tree Of the neighbourhood And, for the greedy mouth Of the whole world's girls, I used to grow almonds What a fine, nice job! A squirrel in a skirt, With one leap, Came to tell me: "I'm fond of eating And my lips smell good And if you give me an almond I give you a cheeky kiss!" "Climb as high as you can, As you want And you're crunching and pecking Then you're nibbling and then you Come back down even more quickly To give me the owed kiss!" When the beauty had all eaten, All eaten, "I'll pay you back, she told me With her mouth full, when the fool Have got wings And when you can fly!" "Climb up here to kiss me, if you want, If you can, But be aware that, if you fall, I won't have a tear in my eye, Be aware that, if you succumb, I won't wear mourning!" She'd - of course - Chomped at all, Nibbled on all my almonds, My crop was lost But her pretty greedy mouth Returned me everything in kisses! And the fun lasted As long as the fine weather, But came autumn, and lightning Rain and gales Turned my tree into dust And my love as well!
L'amandier
L'AMANDIER J'avais le plus bel amandier Du quartier, Et, pour la bouche gourmande Des filles du monde entier, Je faisais pousser des amandes: Le beau, le joli métier! Un écureuil en jupon, Dans un bond, Vint me dire: "Je suis gourmande Et mes lèvres sentent bon, Et, si tu me donnes une amande, Je te donne un baiser fripon! - Grimpe aussi haut que tu veux, Que tu peux, Et tu croques, et tu picores, Puis tu grignotes, et puis tu Redescends plus vite encore Me donner le baiser dû!" Quand la belle eut tout rongé, Tout mangé... « Je te paierai, me dit-elle, A pleine bouche quand les Nigauds seront pourvus d'ailes Et que tu sauras voler! "Monte m'embrasser si tu veux, Si tu peux... Mais dis-toi que, si tu tombes, Je n'aurais pas la larme à l'oeil Dis-toi que, si tu succombes, Je ne porterai pas le deuil!" Les avait, bien entendu, Toutes mordues, Toutes grignotées, mes amandes, Ma récolte était perdue, Mais sa jolie bouche gourmande En baisers m'a tout rendu! Et la fête dura tant Que le beau temps... Mais vint l'automne, et la foudre, Et la pluie, et les autans Ont change mon arbre en poudre... Et mon amour en même temps!
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Author: Georges Brassens
Composer: Georges Brassens
Publisher: PolyGram Inc.
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Released in: 2012
Language: French
Translations: English
Appearing on: Les amoureux des bancs public (2006)
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