
Date of issue: 03.11.2012
Song language: French
Cousine(original) |
Autrefois, ma cousine Hortense |
Arrivait de temps en temps |
Chez mes parents; |
Elle venait passer ses vacances |
Dans notre petite maison |
Près de Toulon. |
C'était dans l’programme, |
Quand nous recevions le télégramme, |
Le bonheur dans l'âme |
A la gare je courais comme un fou |
Mais l’train arrivait tout à coup. |
En la voyant je criais: Zou!!! |
Cousine, cousine, |
T’es fraîche comme une praline, |
Cousine, cousine, |
Coquin de sort, quelle bonne mine! |
Et tu as bien dormi dans le train? |
J’espère que tu avais un coin? |
Cousine, cousine, |
Embrasse ton cousin germain! |
Chaque matin courant vers la grève, |
Afin d’nous baigner tous deux, |
Dans les flots bleus, |
On s’déshabillait — quel beau rêve — |
Sous l’ombrage hospitalier |
Des oliviers. |
Rouge comme une cerise, |
Afin d’me cacher sa gorge exquise, |
Elle ram’nait sa ch’mise, |
Mais comme y avait de la dentelle partout |
Souvent, je voyais par un trou |
Un sein qui montrait son p’tit bout. |
Cousine, cousine, |
Qu’est-c'que j’vois sur ta poitrine? |
Cousine, cousine, |
On dirait deux mandarines |
Tu as les mandarines, c’est certain, |
Mais peuchère, c’qui m’en bouche un coin, |
Cousine, cousine, |
C’est qu’c’est moi qui ai l’pépin! |
Souvent, prenant sa main mignonne, |
Je l’emmenais faire un tour |
Dans la basse-cour, |
Et tandis qu’pigeons et pigeonnes |
Faisaient l’amour sans pudeur, |
On f’sait l’voyeur, |
La brise frivole |
Nous portait bientôt des chansons folles: |
«C'est la farandole, |
Viens farandoler sur le gazon!» |
«Plus tard (me disait-elle) Gaston |
Quand t’auras du poil au menton!» |
Cousine, cousine, |
Oui, l’amour me turlupine, |
Cousine, cousine, |
Laisse-moi t’faire des p’tites machines |
Tu as peur que je te fasse un enfant? |
Ne crains rien, je n’ai que dix-sept ans! |
Cousine, cousine, |
Viens faire tutu-panpan! |
Mais elle m'écrivit l’autre année: |
«Cher cousin, je ne viendrai pas, |
Tu m’excus’ras, |
Depuis huit jours, je suis mariée |
Et pour plaire à mon mari |
J’reste à Paris» |
La méchante lettre, |
En moi quel chagrin elle fit naître! |
Du fond de mon être |
Monta comme un frisson de rancœur; |
J’interrogeai dans ma douleur |
Les arbres, la grève, les fleurs. |
Cousine, cousine |
Si gentille, si câline, |
Cousine, cousine, |
C’est mon cœur qu’elle piétine, |
On devait s’unir au printemps, |
Et moi je suis là, tè! |
J’attends |
Cousine, cousine, |
L’amour c’est des boniments! |
(translation) |
Formerly, my cousin Hortense |
Happened from time to time |
At my parents; |
She came to spend her holidays |
In our little house |
Near Toulon. |
It was in the program |
When we received the telegram, |
Happiness in the soul |
At the station I was running like crazy |
But the train came suddenly. |
Seeing her I cried: Zou!!! |
Cousin, cousin, |
You're fresh as a praline, |
Cousin, cousin, |
Coquin de fate, what a good look! |
And did you sleep well on the train? |
I hope you had a corner? |
Cousin, cousin, |
Kiss your first cousin! |
Every morning running to the shore, |
In order to bathe us both, |
In the blue waves, |
We undressed — what a beautiful dream — |
Under the hospitable shade |
Olive trees. |
Red like a cherry, |
In order to hide her exquisite throat from me, |
She was bringing back her shirt, |
But since there was lace everywhere |
Often I saw through a hole |
A breast that showed its little end. |
Cousin, cousin, |
What do I see on your chest? |
Cousin, cousin, |
Looks like two tangerines |
You have the tangerines, that's for sure, |
But bitch, what's blocking a corner of it for me, |
Cousin, cousin, |
It's me who has the problem! |
Often, taking her lovely hand, |
I took her for a ride |
In the barnyard, |
And while pigeons and pigeons |
Made love shamelessly, |
We know how to be a voyeur |
The Frivolous Breeze |
We were soon wearing crazy songs: |
"It's the farandole, |
Come hang out on the lawn!" |
"Later (she told me) Gaston |
When you've got hair on your chin!" |
Cousin, cousin, |
Yes, love bothers me, |
Cousin, cousin, |
Let me make you little machines |
Are you afraid that I will make you a child? |
Don't worry, I'm only seventeen! |
Cousin, cousin, |
Come and do tutu-thump! |
But she wrote to me the other year: |
"Dear cousin, I will not come, |
you will excuse me, |
Eight days I've been married |
And to please my husband |
I'm staying in Paris" |
The bad letter |
In me what sorrow she caused! |
From the bottom of my being |
Arose like a shiver of resentment; |
I questioned in my pain |
The trees, the strike, the flowers. |
Cousin, cousin |
So kind, so cuddly, |
Cousin, cousin, |
It's my heart that she tramples on, |
We had to unite in the spring, |
And I'm here, you! |
I wait |
Cousin, cousin, |
Love is bullshit! |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Bou-Dou-Ba-Da-Bouh | 2020 |
Viens poupoule | 2006 |
La mattchiche | 2010 |
Elle vendait des petits gâteaux | 2010 |
Bou dou ba da bouh ! | 2010 |
Viens poupoule ! | 2010 |
Le jouet | 2010 |