Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le Petit joueur de flã»teau, artist - Georges Brassens.
Date of issue: 08.06.2020
Song language: French
Le Petit joueur de flã»teau(original) |
1Le petit joueur de flteau |
Menait la musique au chteau |
Pour la grce de ses chansons |
Le roi lui offrit un blason |
Je ne veux pas tre noble |
Rpondit le croque-note |
Avec un blason la clef |
Mon «la» se mettrait gonfler |
On dirait par tout le pays |
«Le joueur de flte a trahi». |
2Et mon pauvre petit clocher |
Me semblerait trop bas perch |
Je ne plierais plus les genoux |
Devant le Bon Dieu de chez nous |
Il faudrait ma grande me Tous les saints de Notre-Dame |
Avec un vque la clef |
Mon «la» se mettrait gonfler… |
3Et la chambre o j’ai vu le jour |
Me serait un triste sjour |
Je quitterais mon lit mesquin |
Pour une couche baldaquin |
Je changerais ma chaumire |
Pour une gentilhommire |
Avec un manoir la clef |
Mon «la» se mettrait gonfler… |
4Je serais honteux de mon sang |
Des aeux de qui je descends |
On me verrait bouder dessus |
La branche don’t je suis issu |
Je voudrais un magnifique |
Arbre gnalogique |
Avec du sang bleu la clef |
Mon «la» se mettrait gonfler… |
5Je ne voudrais plus pouser |
Ma promise, ma fiance |
Je ne donnerais pas mon nom |
Une quelconque Ninon |
Il me faudrait pour compagne |
La fille d’un grand d’Espagne |
Avec une princesse la clef |
Mon «la» se mettrait gonfler… |
6Le petit joueur de flteau |
Fit la rvrence au chteau |
Sans armoiries, sans parchemin |
Sans gloire, il se mit en chemin |
Vers son clocher, sa chaumine |
Ses parents et sa promise |
Nul de dise dans le pays |
«Le joueur de flte a trahi» |
Et Dieu reconnaisse pour sien |
Le brave petit musicien. |
(translation) |
1The little flute player |
Led the music to the castle |
For the grace of his songs |
The king gave him a coat of arms |
I don't want to be noble |
Answered the crunchy note |
With a coat of arms the key |
My "the" would swell |
Looks like all over the country |
"The Pied Piper Has Betrayed". |
2And my poor little steeple |
Would seem to me too low perch |
I won't bend my knees anymore |
In front of the Good Lord of our home |
It would take my great me All the saints of Notre-Dame |
With a vque the key |
My "the" would swell... |
3And the room where I was born |
Would be a sad stay for me |
I would leave my petty bed |
For a canopy layer |
I would change my cottage |
For a gentleman |
With a mansion the key |
My "the" would swell... |
4I would be ashamed of my blood |
From whose ancestors I descend |
I would be seen sulking over it |
The branch I came from |
I would like a beautiful |
family tree |
With blue blood the key |
My "the" would swell... |
5I don't want to marry anymore |
My promise, my fiance |
I wouldn't give my name |
Any Ninon |
I would need for companion |
The daughter of a great from Spain |
With a princess the key |
My "the" would swell... |
6The little flute player |
Bowed at the castle |
Without coat of arms, without parchment |
Inglorious he went on his way |
Towards its steeple, its cottage |
His parents and his bride |
None to say in the country |
"The Pied Piper Has Betrayed" |
And God acknowledges for his |
The brave little musician. |