Translation of the song lyrics L'écolier assassin - Malicorne

L'écolier assassin (original)

D’où reviens-tu mon fils Jacques, d’où reviens-tu cette nuit?
Je viens des écoles, ma mère, des écoles de Paris
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Tu as menti là, mon drôle, tu reviens de voir ta mie
Je voudrais la voir morte et avoir son cœur ici
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Que donneriez-vous ma mère si je la faisais mourir?
Je donnerais chemise blanche, de l’argent à ton plaisir
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Il est allé voir sa belle sitôt le soleil levé
En arrivant à sa porte, l’entendit minuit sonner
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Il la prend par sa main blanche, au jardin l’a emmenée
Il a pris sa claire épée, le p’tit doigt lui a coupé
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Ah !
Mon Dieu que de souffrances que j’endure cette nuit
Tu en souffriras bien d’autres avant qu' la nuit soit finie
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Il la couche sur l'épine, oh, qui graine sans fleurir
Lui a pris le cœur du ventre, dans sa chemise il l’a mis
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Tenez, ma cruelle mère, voilà le cœur de ma mie
Tu as menti par ta bouche, c’est le cœur d’une brebis
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli
Oh !
Montagnes sur montagnes, écrasez-vous sur mon corps
J’ai fait mourir ma maîtresse, je n' mérite que la mort
J’entends la chanson sereine du rossignolet joli

(translation)

Where are you from, my son Jacques, where are you from tonight?
I come from the schools, my mother, from the schools of Paris
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
You lied there, darling, you just came back to see your sweetie
I would like to see her dead and have her heart here
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
What would you give my mother if I killed her?
I would give white shirt, money to your pleasure
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
He went to see his beauty as soon as the sun came up
Arriving at his door, heard him ringing midnight
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
He takes her by his white hand, to the garden took her
He took his bright sword, the little finger cut him
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
Ah!
My God what sufferings I endure this night
You will suffer many more before the night is over
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
He lays it on the thorn, oh, that seeds without blossoming
Took his heart from his belly, in his shirt he put it
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
Here, my cruel mother, here is the heart of my dear
You lied with your mouth, it's a sheep's heart
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale
Oh !
Mountain upon mountain, crash into my body
I killed my mistress, I only deserve death
I hear the serene song of the pretty nightingale