Lyrics of L'assassinat - Georges Brassens

L'assassinat (original)

C’est pas seulement à Paris
Que le crime fleurit
Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a
De beaux assassinats
Il avait la tête chenu'
Et le coeur ingénu
Il eut un retour de printemps
Pour une de vingt ans
Mais la chair fraîch', la tendre chair
Mon vieux, ça coûte cher
Au bout de cinq à six baisers
Son or fut épuisé
Quand sa menotte elle a tendu'
Triste, il a répondu
Qu’il était pauvre comme Job
Elle a remis sa rob'
Elle alla quérir son coquin
Qui avait l’appât du gain
Sont revenus chez le grigou
Faire un bien mauvais coup
Et pendant qu’il le lui tenait
Elle l’assassinait
On dit que, quand il expira
La langue ell' lui montra
Mirent tout sens dessus dessous
Trouvèrent pas un sou
Mais des lettres de créanciers
Mais des saisi’s d’huissiers
Alors, prise d’un vrai remords
Elle eut chagrin du mort
Et, sur lui, tombant à genoux
Ell' dit: «Pardonne-nous !»
Quand les gendarm’s sont arrivés
En pleurs ils l’ont trouvé'
C’est une larme au fond des yeux
Qui lui valut les cieux
Et le matin qu’on la pendit
Ell' fut en paradis
Certains dévots, depuis ce temps
Sont un peu mécontents
C’est pas seulement à Paris
Que le crime fleurit
Nous, au village, aussi, l’on a
De beaux assassinats

(translation)

It's not just in Paris
Let crime flourish
We in the village also have
Beautiful Assassinations
He had a gray head
And the ingenuous heart
There was a spring return
For a twenty year old
But fresh flesh, tender flesh
Dude, it's expensive
After five to six kisses
His gold was exhausted
When her handcuff she stretched'
Sad, he replied
That he was poor like Job
She put her dress back on
She went to fetch her rascal
Who had the lure of gain
Came back to the grigou
Take a bad shot
And while he held it to her
She murdered him
It is said that when he expired
The tongue she showed him
Turn everything upside down
Didn't find a penny
But letters from creditors
But seized by bailiffs
So, seized with real remorse
She was sorry for the dead
And, on him, falling to his knees
She said, "Forgive us!"
When the cops arrived
In tears they found him'
It's a tear in the eyes
which brought him the heavens
And the morning they hanged her
She was in heaven
Some devotees since that time
Are a little unhappy
It's not just in Paris
Let crime flourish
We in the village also have
Beautiful Assassinations