Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Á Saint Lazare, artist - Aristide Bruant. Date of issue: 02.04.2012
Song language: French
Á Saint Lazare(original) |
| C’est d’la prison que j’t'écris |
| Mon pauv' Polyte |
| Hier je n’sais pas c’qui m’a pris |
| A la visite |
| C’est des maladies qui s’voient pas |
| Quand ça s’déclare |
| N’empèche qu’aujourd’hui j’suis dans l’tas… |
| A Saint-Lazare ! |
| Mais pendant c’temps-là, toi, vieux chien |
| Quéqu'tu vas faire? |
| Je n’peux t’envoyer rien de rien |
| C’est la misère |
| Ici tout l’monde est décavé |
| La braise est rare |
| Faut trois mois pour faire un linvé |
| A Saint-Lazare ! |
| Vrai, d’te savoir comm'ça, sans l’sou |
| Je m’fais une bile ! |
| T’es capab' de faire un sal’coup |
| J’suis pas tranquille |
| T’as trop d’fierté pour ramasser |
| Des bouts d’cigare |
| Pendant tout l’temps que j’vas passer |
| A Saint-Lazare ! |
| Va-t-en trouver la grand' Nana |
| Dis que j’la prie |
| D’casquer pour moi, j’y rendrai ça |
| A ma sortie |
| Surtout n’y fais pas d’boniments |
| Pendant qu’je m’marre |
| Et que j’bois des médicaments |
| A Saint-Lazare ! |
| Et pis, mon p’tit loup, bois pas trop |
| Tu sais qu’t’es teigne |
| Et qu’quand t’as un p’tit coup d’sirop |
| Tu fous la beigne; |
| Si tu t’faisais coffrer, un soir |
| Dans une bagarre |
| Y a pus personne qui viendrait m’voir |
| A Saint-Lazare ! |
| J’finis ma lettre en t’embrassant |
| Adieu, mon homme |
| Malgré qu’tu soy' pas caressant |
| Ah ! |
| J’t’adore comme |
| J’adorais l’bon Dieu comme papa |
| Et qu’j’allais communier à Saint'-Marguerite |
| (translation) |
| It's from prison that I'm writing to you |
| My poor Polyte |
| Yesterday I don't know what got into me |
| At the visit |
| These are illnesses that cannot be seen |
| When it declares itself |
| Still, today I'm in the heap... |
| To Saint-Lazare! |
| But meanwhile, you, old dog |
| What are you going to do? |
| I can't send you anything |
| It's misery |
| Here everyone is stripped |
| Embers are rare |
| Takes three months to make a linen |
| To Saint-Lazare! |
| True, to know you like that, penniless |
| I'm freaking out! |
| You're able to make a mess |
| I'm not calm |
| You have too much pride to pick up |
| cigar stubs |
| During all the time that I will spend |
| To Saint-Lazare! |
| Go find the big Nana |
| Say I beg her |
| To helmet for me, I'll give it back |
| When I leave |
| Above all, don't make sales pitches |
| While I'm having fun |
| And I drink drugs |
| To Saint-Lazare! |
| And worse, my little wolf, don't drink too much |
| You know you're ringworm |
| And that when you have a little shot of syrup |
| You're freaking out; |
| If you got busted one night |
| In a fight |
| There's no one who would come to see me |
| To Saint-Lazare! |
| I finish my letter by kissing you |
| Farewell, my man |
| Although you're not caressing |
| Ah! |
| I love you like |
| I adored the good God like dad |
| And that I was going to take communion at Saint'-Marguerite |