Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr William, artist - Léo Ferré.
Date of issue: 16.10.2013
Song language: French
Mr William(original) |
C'était vraiment un employé modèle Monsieur William |
Toujours exact et toujours plein de zèle Monsieur William |
Il arriva jusqu'à la quarantaine sans fredaine |
Sans le moindre petit drame mais un beau soir du mois d’août, il faisait si |
beau il faisait si doux |
Que Monsieur William s’en alla flâner droit devant lui au hasard et voila! |
Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue, qu’alliez-vous faire dans la treizième |
avenue |
Il rencontra une fille bien jeunette Monsieur William |
Il lui paya un bouquet de violettes Monsieur William |
Il l’entraîna à l’hôtel de la pègre mais un nègre a voulu prendre la femme |
Monsieur William. |
hors de lui, lui a donné des coups de parapluie |
Oui mais le nègre dans le noir lui a coupé le cou en deux coups de rasoir |
Eh! |
William vous manquez de tenue mon vieux! |
qu’alliez-vous faire dans la |
treizième avenue |
Il a senti que c’est irrémédiable Monsieur William |
Il entendit déjà crier le diable Monsieur William |
Aux alentours il n’y avait personne qu’un trombone |
Chantant la peine des âmes un aveugle en gémissant |
Sans le savoir a marché dans le sang puis dans la nuit a disparu |
C'était p’t'être le destin qui marchait dans les rues |
Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue! |
Vous êtes mort dans la treizième avenue |
(translation) |
He was truly a model employee Mr. William |
Always exact and always full of zeal Mr. William |
He made it to his forties without a frenzy |
Without the slightest bit of drama but on a beautiful evening in August it looked so |
beautiful it was so mild |
That Mr. William strolled right in front of him at random and voila! |
Sir William you're out of dress, what were you going to do in the thirteenth |
avenue |
He met a very young girl Mr. William |
He paid her a bouquet of violets Monsieur William |
He dragged her to the mob hotel but a nigger wanted to take the wife |
Mr William. |
beside himself, kicked him with the umbrella |
Yes but the nigger in the dark cut his neck with two razor strokes |
Hey! |
William, you're out of clothes, old man! |
what were you going to do in the |
thirteenth avenue |
He felt it was irremediable Sir William |
He already heard the devil shout Mr. William |
Around there was no one but a paper clip |
Singing the pain of souls a blind man moaning |
Unknowingly walked in blood then in the night disappeared |
Maybe it was fate that walked the streets |
Mr. William, you're out of clothes! |
You died on Thirteenth Avenue |