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| Les pays, c’est pas ça qui manque, On vient au monde à Salamanque A Paris, Bordeaux, Lille, Brest(e). Lui, la nativité le prit Du côté des Saintes-Maries, C’est un modeste. Comme jadis a fait un roi, Il serait bien fichu, je crois, De donner le trône et le reste Contre un seul cheval camarguais Bancal, vieux, borgne, fatigué, C’est un modeste. Suivi de son pin parasol, S’il fuit sans mêm’ toucher le sol Le moindre effort comme la peste, C’est qu’au chantier ses bras d’Hercule Rendraient les autres ridicules, C’est un modeste. A la pétanque, quand il perd, Te fais pas de souci, pépère, Si d’aventure il te conteste. S’il te boude, s’il te rudoie. Au fond, il est content pour toi, C’est un modeste. Si, quand un emmerdeur le met En rogne, on ne le voit jamais Lever sur l’homme une main leste, C’est qu’il juge pas nécessaire D’humilier un adversaire, C’est un modeste. Et quand il tombe amoureux fou Y a pas de danger qu’il l’avoue: Les effusions, dame, il déteste. Selon lui, mettre en plein soleil Son cœur ou son cul c’est pareil, C’est un modeste. Quand on enterre un imbécile De ses amis, s’il raille, s’il A l’œil sec et ne manifeste Aucun chagrin, t’y fie pas trop: Sur la patate, il en a gros, C’est un modeste. Et s’il te traite d’étranger Que tu sois de Naples, d’Angers Ou d’ailleurs, remets pas la veste. Lui, quand il t’adopte, pardi! Il veut pas que ce soit le dit, C’est un modeste. Si tu n’as pas tout du grimaud, Si tu sais lire entre les mots, Entre les faits, entre les gestes, Lors, tu verras clair dans son jeu, Et que ce bel avantageux C’est un modeste. |
It's not locations that are lacking, One is born in Salamanca In Paris, Bordeaux, Lille or Brest. As for him, he was born Somewhere near Saintes-Maries, He’s a modest one. Like a king once did, He could, I believe, Give up his throne and all the rest For a single horse from the Camargue, Lame, old, one-eyed, and worn-out, He’s a modest one. Followed by his umbrella pine, If he shunned the slightest effort like the plague Without his feet even touching the ground, It is because on the worksite his Herculean arms Would make the others look ridiculous, He’s a modest one. At pétanque, when he loses, Don’t worry, my friend, If by chance he disputes your win. If he ignores you or treats you roughly. In truth, he’s glad for you, He’s a modest one. If some prick angers him You'll never see him Raise a hand in response, Because he finds it pointless To humiliate an opponent He’s a modest one. And when he falls madly in love There's no danger he'll admit it: My lady, he dislikes public affection. In his opinion, putting out in full sunlight His heart or his behind is all the same. He’s a modest one. When an idiot friend of his is buried If he mocks the man or keeps Dry eyes without a trace of sorrow Don’t be fooled: His heart bears a heavy load, He’s a modest one. And if he treats you as a stranger Whether you're from Naples, from Angers Or from elsewhere else, don’t go away. Because when he takes you in, my God! He does’t want it mentioned, He’s a modest one. If you aren't a complete fool, If you can read between the lines, Between the facts, between the gestures, Then, you'll see clearly into his game, And see that this fine, boastful fellow Is a modest one. |