Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
Les Copains D'abord
Words and music: Georges Brassens
(c) 1965 by Ãditions Musicales 57.
1 No, this 'was not the raft
Of the Medusa, this boat,
Let it be said' at the bottom of the ports,
Say' at the bottom of the ports,
He sailed like a relaxed father,
On the grand pond of ducks,
And his name was Les Copains d'abord,
Les Copains d'abord.
2 Its fluctuations nec mergitur
It wasn't literature,
With all due respect to the spell casters,
To the spell casters,
His captain and his mat'lots
Were not children of bastards,
But free shipping friends,
Friends first.
3 It's were not friends of lux',
Little Castor and Pollux,
People of Sodom and Gomorrah',
Sodom and Gomorrah',
They were not friends chosen
By Montaigne and la Boéti',
On the stomach they hit each other hard,
Friends first.
4 They weren't angels neither,
The Gospel, they had not read,
But they loved each other, all that's out there,
All that's out there,
John, Peter, Paul and company,
It was their only litany,
Their Credo their Confiteor,
To friends first.
5 At the slightest blow from Trafalgar,
It was friendship that took the quarter,
It was she who showed them the north,
Showed them the north.
And when they were in trouble tress',
That their arms were sending out S.O.S.,
It was like semaphores,
Friends first.
6 At the meeting of the good ones friends
There weren't often rabbits,
When one of them was missing on board,
It was because he was dead.
Yes, but never, ever,
His hole in the water closed,
A hundred years later, rascal of fate!
He was still missing.
7 Of boats, I've taken many,
But the only one who held out,
Who never changed tack,
But tacked,
Sailed like a cushy father
On the grand pond of ducks
And their name was Les Copains d'abord,
Les Copains d'abord.

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