Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La ballade des pendus, artist - Serge Reggiani. Album song 100 Plus Belles chansons, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 19.09.2019
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
La ballade des pendus(original) |
Frères humains qui après nous vivez, |
N’ayez les coeurs contre nous endurciz, |
Car, si pitié de nous pouvres avez, |
Dieu en aura plus tost de vous merciz. |
Vous nous voyez cy attachez cinq, six: |
Quant de la chair, que trop avons nourrie, |
Elle est pieça devorée et pourrie, |
Et nous, les os, devenons cendre et pouldre. |
De nostre mal personne ne s’en rie: |
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre! |
Se freres vous clamons, pas n’en devez |
Avoir desdain, quoy que fusmes occiz |
Par justice. |
Toutesfois, vous savez |
Que tous hommes n’ont pas bon sens rassiz; |
Excusez nous, puis que nous sommes transsis, |
Envers le filz de la Vierge Marie, |
Que sa grace ne soit pour nous tarie, |
Nous preservant de l’infernale fouldre. |
Nous sommes mors, ame ne nous harie; |
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre! |
La pluye nous a debuez et lavez, |
Et le soleil dessechez et noirciz: |
Pies, corbeaulx nous ont les yeulx cavez |
Et arraché la barbe et les sourciz. |
Jamais nul temps nous ne sommes assis; |
Puis ça, puis la, comme le vent varie, |
A son plaisir sans cesser nous charie, |
Plus becquetez d’oiseaulx que dez a couldre. |
Ne soyez donc de nostre confrarie; |
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre. |
Prince Jhesus, qui sur tous a maistrie, |
Garde qu’Enfer n’ait de nous seigneurie |
Garde qu’Enfer n’ait de nous seigneurie: |
A luy n’ayons que faire ne que souldre. |
Hommes, icy n’a point de mocquerie; |
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre. |
(translation) |
Human brothers who live after us, |
Do not have your hearts against us harden, |
For if pity on us may have, |
God will sooner thank you. |
You see us attach five, six: |
As for the flesh, which we have fed too much, |
She's piece devoured and rotten, |
And we, the bones, become ashes and powder. |
No one laughs at our misfortune: |
But pray to God that we are all absolved! |
Brothers you cry out, we don't owe it |
To have disdain, whatever you were occiz |
By justice. |
However, you know |
That all men do not have good common sense; |
Excuse us, since we are frozen, |
To the son of the Virgin Mary, |
May his grace be dried up for us, |
Preserving us from the infernal lightning. |
We are dead, do not haunt us; |
But pray to God that we are all absolved! |
The rain defogged and washed us, |
And the sun withers and blackens: |
Magpies, crows have our eyes covered |
And pulled out the beard and the eyebrows. |
Never no time are we seated; |
Then that, then there, as the wind changes, |
At his pleasure unceasingly carries us along, |
More peck birds than food. |
So do not be of our brotherhood; |
But pray to God that we will all be absolved. |
Prince Jhesus, who above all has maistrie, |
Keep Hell from having lordship over us |
Keep Hell from having lordship over us: |
To him, let's have nothing to do but suffer. |
Men, here has no mockery; |
But pray to God that we will all be absolved. |