Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Á la Bastoche , by - Aristide Bruant. Release date: 02.04.2012
Song language: French
Á la Bastoche(original) |
| Il était né près du canal |
| Par là, dans l’quartier d’l’Arsenal |
| Sa maman, qu’avait pas d’mari |
| L’appelait son petit Henri |
| Mais on l’appelait la Filoche |
| A la Bastoche |
| I’n’faisait pas sa société |
| Du génie de la liberté |
| I' n'était pas républicain |
| Il était l’ami du rouquin |
| Et le p’tit homme à la Méloche |
| A la Bastoche |
| A c’tte époqu'-là, c'était l’bon temps |
| La Méloche avait dix-huit ans |
| Et la Filoche était rupin |
| Il allait des fois en sapin |
| Il avait du jonc dans sa poche |
| A la Bastoche |
| Mais ça peut pas durer toujours |
| Après la saison des amours |
| C’est la mistoufle, et ben souvent |
| Faut s’les caler avec du vent |
| Filer la comète et la cloche |
| A la Bastoche |
| Un soir qu’il avait pas mangé |
| Qu’i rôdait comme un enragé |
| Il a, pour barboter l’quibus |
| D’un conducteur des omnibus |
| Crevé la panse et la sacoche |
| A la Bastoche |
| Et sur la bascule à Charlot |
| Il a payé sans dire un mot |
| A la Roquette, un beau matin |
| Il a fait voir à ceux d’Pantin |
| Comment savait mourir un broche |
| De la Bastoche! |
| Il était né près du canal |
| Par là… dans l’quartier d’l’Arsenal |
| Sa maman, qu’avait pas d’mari |
| L’appelait son petit Henri |
| Mais on l’appelait la Filoche |
| A la Bastoche |
| (translation) |
| He was born near the canal |
| Over there, in the Arsenal district |
| His mother, who had no husband |
| Called him her little Henri |
| But we called it la Filoche |
| At La Bastoche |
| I didn't do his company |
| From the genius of freedom |
| I was not a Republican |
| He was the redhead's friend |
| And the little man with Meloche |
| At La Bastoche |
| At that time, it was a good time |
| La Méloche was eighteen years old |
| And La Filoche was rich |
| He sometimes went to the fir tree |
| He had rush in his pocket |
| At La Bastoche |
| But it can't last forever |
| After the mating season |
| It's mistoufle, and often |
| Gotta hold 'em with the wind |
| Spin the comet and the bell |
| At La Bastoche |
| One night he hadn't eaten |
| That he prowled around like a madman |
| He has, to dabble in the quibus |
| Of an omnibus driver |
| Burst the belly and the satchel |
| At La Bastoche |
| And on the seesaw at Charlot |
| He paid without saying a word |
| At La Roquette, one fine morning |
| He showed those of Pantin |
| How did a brooch know how to die |
| From the Bastoche! |
| He was born near the canal |
| Over there… in the Arsenal district |
| His mother, who had no husband |
| Called him her little Henri |
| But we called it la Filoche |
| At La Bastoche |