Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
Song For Auvergnat
Words and music: Georges Brassens
(c) 1954 Éditions Musicales Ray VENTURA
rights transferred TO WARNER CHAPPELL
MUSIC FRANCE
1 This song is yours,
You, the Auvergne who, without ceremony,
Gave me four pieces of wood
When in my life it was cold,
You who gave me fire when
The crunchy ones and the crunchy ones,
All the well-meaning people ,
They closed the door in my face...
It was nothing but a wood fire,
But it had warmed my body,
br/>And in my soul it still burns
like a bonfire.
You, the Auvergnat, when you die,
When the undertaker will carry you away,
May he lead you, across the sky,
To the Eternal Father.
2 This song is yours,
You, the Hostess who, in a way,
gave me four pieces of bread
When, in my life, it was hungry,
You who 'open your hutch when
The crunchies and the crunchies,
All the well-meaning people,
Had fun seeing me fast...
It's not was nothing but a little bread,
But it had warmed my body,
And in my soul it still burns
in the same way ' of a great feast.
You, the Hostess, when you die,
When the undertaker takes you away,
May he lead you, across the sky ,
To the Eternal Father.
3 This song is yours,
You, the stranger who, without manner,
To an unhappy look smiled at me
When the gendarmes took me,
You who did not applaud when
The croquantes and the crunchies,
All the well-meaning people ©s,
Laughed to see me brought...
It was nothing but a little honey,
But it had warmed my body,
And in my soul it still burns
like a great sun.
You, the stranger, when you die,
When the undertaker will take you away,
May he lead you, across the sky,
To the Eternal Father.

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