Translation of the song lyrics Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti - Renaud

Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti (original)

Elle avait la taill' faite au tour,
Les hanches pleines,
Et chassait l’m?
le aux alentours
De la Mad’leine …
A sa fa?
on d’me dir': «Mon rat,
Est-c'que j’te tente?
«Je vis que j’avais affaire?
Un' d?
butante …
L’avait l’don, c’est vrai, j’en conviens,
L’avait l’g?
nie,
Mais, sans technique, un don n’est rien
Qu’un' sal' manie …
Certes on ne se fait pas putain
Comme on s’fait nonne,
C’est du moins c’qu’on pr?
che, en latin,
A la Sorbonne …
Me sentant rempli de piti?
Pour la donzelle,
J’lui enseignai, de son m?
tier,
Les p’tit’s ficelles …
J’lui enseignai l’moyen d’bient?
t
Faire fortune,
En bougeant l’endroit o?
le dos
R’ssemble?
la lune …
Car, dans l’art de fair' le trottoir,
Je le confesse,
Le difficile est d’bien savoir
Jouer des fesses …
On n’tortill' pas son popotin
D’la m?
me mani?
re,
Pour un droguiste, un sacristain,
Un fonctionnaire …
Rapidement instruite par
Mes bons offices,
Elle m’investit d’une part
D’ses b?
n?
fices
On s’aida mutuellement,
Comm' dit l’po?
te.
Ell'?
tait l’corps, naturell’ment,
Puis moi la t?
te …
Un soir,?
la suite de
Man?
uvres douteuses,
Elle' tomba victim' d’une
Maladie honteuse …
Lors, en tout bien, toute amiti?,
En fille probe,
Elle me passa la moiti?
De ses microbes …
Apr?
s des injections aigu?
s
J’abandonnai l’m?
tier d’cocu
Syst?
matique …
Elle eut beau pousser des sanglots,
Braire?
tu'-t?
te,
Comme je n'?
tais qu’un salaud,
J’me fis honn?
te …
Sit?
t priv?
e de ma tutelle,
Ma pauvre amie
Courut essuyer du bordel
Les infamies …
Para?
t qu’elle s’vend m?
me?
des flics,
Quelle d?
cadence!
Y’a plus d’moralit?
publique
Dans notre France …

(translation)

She had her waist made round,
full hips,
And chased the m?
the around
From the Mad'leine...
How does it look?
they say to me: "My rat,
Am I tempting you?
"I saw I had business?
A' d?
stubborn …
He had the gift, it's true, I agree,
Had the g?
deny,
But, without technique, a gift is nothing
That a sal mania...
Of course we don't fucking
As we become a nun,
At least that's what we want?
che, in Latin,
At the Sorbonne...
Feeling filled with pity?
For the damsel,
I taught him, from his m?
third,
The little strings...
I taught him how to do it well?
you
Strike it rich,
By moving the place where?
the back
looks like?
the moon …
Because, in the art of doing the sidewalk,
I confess,
The difficult thing is to know well
Butt play...
You don't twist your booty
Of the m?
me mani?
D,
For a druggist, a sexton,
An official …
Quickly educated by
My good offices,
She invests me on the one hand
Of his b?
not?
tricks
We helped each other,
How does the po say?
you.
Ell'?
was the body, naturally,
Then me the t?
you...
One night,?
Following
Man?
dubious works,
She fell victim to a
Shameful disease...
Then, in all good, all friendship?,
As an honest girl,
She passed me half?
From his germs...
Apr?
s acute injections?
s
I abandoned the m?
third of a cuckold
System?
matic …
She was in vain heaving sobs,
Bray?
are you?
you,
As I do?
you're a bastard,
I made myself honest?
you...
Sit?
t priv?
e of my guardianship,
My poor friend
Ran to clean up the mess
The infamy...
Para?
Does it sell m?
me?
cops,
What d?
pace!
Is there more morality?
public
In our France...