Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Casse Pompon , by - Jacques Brel. Song from the album N°6 (Les Bourgeois), in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 15.11.2016
Record label: Rarity
Song language: French
Casse Pompon(original) |
| Mon ami est un type énorme |
| Il aime la trompette et le clairon |
| Tout en préférant le clairon |
| Qu’est une trompette en uniforme |
| Mon ami est une valeur sûre |
| Il dit souvent sans prétention |
| Qu'à la minceur des épluchures |
| On voit la grandeur des nations |
| Subséquemment, subséquemment |
| Subséquemment que j’comprends pas |
| Pourquoi souvent, ses compagnons |
| L’appellent, l’appellent |
| Caporal Casse-Pompon |
| Mon ami est un doux poète |
| Dans son jardin, quand vient l'été |
| Faut l’voir planter ses mitraillettes |
| Ou bien creuser ses p’tites tranchées |
| Mon ami est un homme plein d’humour |
| C’est lui, c’est lui qu’a trouvé ce bon mot |
| Que je vous raconte à mon tour |
| Ich slaffen at si auz wihr prellen so |
| Mon ami est un doux rêveur |
| Pour lui, Paris, c’est une caserne |
| Et Berlin, un petit champ de fleurs |
| Qui va de Moscou à l’Auvergne |
| Son rêve: revoir Paris au printemps |
| Re-défiler à la tête de son groupe |
| En chantant comme tous les vingt-cinq ans |
| Baisse ta gaine Gretchen que je baise ta croupe (ein zwei) |
| Subséquemment, subséquemment |
| Subséquemment que nous ne comprenons |
| Comment nos amis les Franzosen |
| Ils osent, ils osent l’appeler |
| Caporal Casse-Pompon (ein zwei) |
| (translation) |
| My friend is a huge guy |
| He likes the trumpet and the bugle |
| While preferring the bugle |
| What is a trumpet in uniform |
| My friend is a safe bet |
| He often says without pretense |
| Than to the thinness of the peelings |
| We see the greatness of nations |
| Subsequently, subsequently |
| Subsequently that I don't understand |
| Why often his companions |
| Call him, call him |
| Corporal Casse-Pompon |
| My friend is a sweet poet |
| In her garden, when summer comes |
| Must see him plant his submachine guns |
| Or dig his little trenches |
| My friend is a humorous man |
| It's him, it's him who found this good word |
| What I tell you in turn |
| Ich slaffen at si auz wihr prellen so |
| My friend is a sweet dreamer |
| For him, Paris is a barracks |
| And Berlin, a little field of flowers |
| Who goes from Moscow to Auvergne |
| His dream: to see Paris again in the spring |
| Re-parade at the head of his group |
| Singing like every twenty-five |
| Pull down your sheath Gretchen I'll fuck your ass (ein zwei) |
| Subsequently, subsequently |
| Subsequently we do not understand |
| How our friends the Franzosen |
| They dare, they dare to call it |
| Corporal Casse-Pompon (ein zwei) |