Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come D'Auroch, artist - Georges Brassens. Date of issue: 09.07.2014
Song language: French
Come D'Auroch(original) |
| Il avait nom Corne d’Aurochs, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Tout l’monde peut pas s’appeler Durand, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Il avait nom Corne d’Aurochs, ô gué! |
| ô gué! |
| Tout l’monde peut pas s’appeler Durand, ô gué! |
| ô gué! |
| En le regardant avec un œil de poète |
| On aurait pu croire, à son frontal de prophète |
| Qu’il avait les grandes eaux d’Versailles dans la tête |
| Corne d’Aurochs |
| Mais que le Bon Dieu lui pardonne, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| C'étaient celles du robinet ! |
| ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Mais que le Bon Dieu lui pardonne, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| C'étaient celles du robinet ! |
| ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Il proclamait à sons de trompe à tous les carrefours: |
| «Il n’y’a que les imbéciles qui sachent bien faire l’amour |
| La virtuosité, c’est une affaire de balourds !» |
| Corne d’Aurochs |
| Il potassait à la chandelle, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Des traités de maintien sexuel, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Et sur les femmes nues des musées, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Faisait l’brouillon de ses baisers, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Petit à petit, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| On a tout su de lui, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| On a su qu’il était enfant de la patrie |
| Qu’il était incapable de risquer sa vie |
| Pour cueillir un myosotis à une fille |
| Corne d’Aurochs |
| Qu’il avait un petit cousin, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Haut placé chez les argousins, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Et que les jours de pénurie, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Il prenait ses repas chez lui, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| C’est même en revenant d’chez cet antipathique |
| Qu’il tomba victime d’une indigestion critique |
| Et refusa l’secours de la thérapeutique |
| Corne d’Aurochs |
| Parce que c'était un Allemand, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Qu’on devait le médicament, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Parce que c'était un Allemand, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Qu’on devait le médicament, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Il rendit comme il put son âme machinale |
| Et sa vie n’ayant pas été originale |
| L’Etat lui fit des funérailles nationales |
| Corne d’Aurochs |
| Alors sa veuve en gémissant, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Coucha avec son remplaçant, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Alors sa veuve en gémissant, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| Coucha avec son remplaçant, ô gué ! |
| ô gué ! |
| (translation) |
| It was called Horn of Aurochs, O Ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Everyone can't be called Durand, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| It was called Horn of Aurochs, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Everyone can't be called Durand, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Looking at it with a poet's eye |
| One would have believed, with his forehead of a prophet |
| That he had the great waters of Versailles in his head |
| aurochs horn |
| But may the Good Lord forgive him, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| They were the faucet! |
| oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| But may the Good Lord forgive him, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| They were the faucet! |
| oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| He proclaimed trumpeting at every crossroads: |
| “Only fools know how to make love well |
| Virtuosity is a clumsy business!” |
| aurochs horn |
| He was drinking by candlelight, O Ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Sexual maintenance treaties, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| And on naked women in museums, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Made the draft of his kisses, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Little by little, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| We knew all about him, O Ford! |
| oh ford! |
| We knew he was a child of the fatherland |
| That he was incapable of risking his life |
| To pick a girl a forget-me-not |
| aurochs horn |
| That he had a little cousin, O Ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Highly placed among the argousins, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| And the days of scarcity, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| He took his meals at home, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| It's even coming back from this unsympathetic |
| That he fell victim to critical indigestion |
| And refused the help of therapy |
| aurochs horn |
| Because he was a German, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| That we owed the medicine, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Because he was a German, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| That we owed the medicine, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| He gave back his mechanical soul as best he could |
| And his life wasn't original |
| The state gave him a state funeral |
| aurochs horn |
| So his widow moaning, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Slept with his replacement, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| So his widow moaning, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |
| Slept with his replacement, oh ford! |
| oh ford! |