Georges Brassens (1921 - 1981) is a poet, author, composer and French. He set to music and sang, accompanying herself on guitar, over a hundred of his poems and those of other poets such as Paul Fort. He recorded from 1952 to 1976, 14 albums. He received the Grand Award for Poetry of the French Academy in 1967. He is the author of songs: The Big Chill , Song for Auvergne, Lovers public benches , Bad reputation , I made tiny , L'Orage, In the clear water fountain , Trumpets of Fame , Plea for burial the beach of Sète , Non-marriage proposal , die for ideas and a poem by Antoine Pol, The Passing .
Send
No, this was not the raft of the Medusa
this boat
Spread the word to the bottom of the bottom ports
Dise ports
He sailed in nice and slowly
On the main pond ducks
s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
its fluctuat nec mergitur
was no literature
all due respect to sorcerers
For sorcerers
Her captain and his mat'lots
Were not the children of bastards But
friends Franco Port Of
Big Chill
They were not friends of Small Luxury
Castor and Pollux
People of Sodom and Gomorrah Sodom and Gomorrah
They were not friends chosen
For Montaigne and La Boetie On the belly
they banged hard
The Big Chill
They were not angels either
The Gospel, they had not read
But they loved full sail full sail
Jean Peter, Paul and company
was their only mantra
Their creed, their confiteor
For Big Chill
At least Trafalgar
is the friendship that took the quart
It was she who showed them the north showed
Their northern
And when they were in distress
Qu'leurs throwing arm SOS
They looked like semaphores
The Big Chill
the appointment of Were good friends
not often rabbits
When one of them is missing on board
Yes he was dead, but never, ever
His hole in the water shut n'se
hundred years later, fate
rascal was still missing
Boats
I took a lot But the only one who stuck it out
Who ever tacked tacked
But
sailing in nice and slowly
On the main pond ducks
s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
Send
People who see through
Think green benches that you see on
sidewalks are made for the helpless or potbellied
But it is an absurdity
Because the truth is there are notorious
For some time the host loves beginners
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
They stand by the hand of the day
Talk Paper azure blue
What will decorate the walls of their bedroom
They are already quietly
Ell 'sewed him fuming
In a well-
And be sure to choose names their first baby
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers
The honest lovers on park benches s'bécott'nt
benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth 'good sympatic
When the holy' family ' foo
cross his path
Two of these boorish
Ell 'uncheck them boldly about venomous
Nevertheless, any' family
The per 'sea', the daughter
's son, the Holy Spirit Would
that from time to time to s'conduir 'like them
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
When months have When they will be appeased past
Their sweet dreams
flaming sky cover when their big heavy clouds moved
They will find
What is Street randomly
On one of those famous benches
they lived the best piece of their love
lovers who s'bécott'nt
on park benches park benches, park benches
In s'fouttant lot of sidelong
Passers honest
lovers who s'bécott'nt on
benches Park benches, park benches
s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little
's mouth, although sympathetic
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