Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
Die Pour Des Idées
Words and music: Georges Brassens
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1 Dying for ideas, the idea is excellent
I almost died for not having had it
Because all those who had it, multitude overwhelming
Howling at death fell on me
They were able to convince me and my insolent muse
Abjuring her errors rallies to their faith
With a suspicion in reserve however.
R Let's die for ideas of agreement but a slow death
Okay but a slow death.
2 Judging that there is no danger in the house
Let's go towards the other world, strolling along the way
For if we force our pace it happens that we die
For ideas having no no more classes the next day
But if there is a bitter thing that is desolate
In giving up the soul to God it is good to see
That we have done wrong road that we had the wrong idea.
3 The Saints John Bouche d'or who preach martyrdom
Most often, moreover, linger here below
Dying for ideas, it goes without saying
It’s their reason for living, they don’t deprive themselves of it
In almost all camps we see some that supplant
Soon Methuselah in longevity
I conclude that they must talk separately.
4 Ideas calling for the famous sacrifice
The sects of all kinds offer after-effects
And the question arises for novice victims
Dying for ideas is all well and good, but which ones?
And since all of them are between they look similar
When he sees them coming, with their big flag
The wise man, hesitantly turns around the tomb.
5 Even if a few massacres were enough
So that everything finally changes, that everything finally works out!
For so many years grands evenings that so many heads fall
In paradise on earth we would already be there
But the golden age is constantly postponed indefinitely
The gods are always thirsty, don't never have enough
And it is death, death always begins again.
6 To you, the blasters, to you, the good apostles
So die the first we give way to you
But, please, morbleu! let others live!
Life is almost their only luxury here below
Because, finally, the Camarde is quite vigilant
She doesn't need to be held the scythe
No more dance of death around the scaffolds!

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