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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. |
The locations, that’s not what is lacking, You may be born in Salamanca In Paris, Bordeaux, Lille, Brest(e). As far as he was concerned, he was born Around Saintes-Maries, He’s a modest. As once did a king, He would be able, I believe, Of giving away his throne and the rest of it Against a single horse from the Camargue Limp, old, one-eyed, tired, He’s a modest. Followed by his umbrella pine, If he avoided like a pest any labour And ran away at great speed, It was because at work his Herculean arms Made the others look ridiculous, He’s a modest. When he loses playing bowling, Don’t worry, my friend, If occasionally he will challenge you. If he ignores you, if he abuses you. In fact, he’s happy for you, He’s a modest. If an asshole makes him angry You won’t see him ever Raise a hand on him, It is because he considers unnecessary To humiliate an opponent, He’s a modest. And when he falls madly in love There is no danger that he will admit it: My lady, he dislikes public cuddling. In his opinion, to expose at the sunlight His heart or his ass it’s the same thing, He’s a modest. When they bury one idiot of his friends If he mocks him, if he has The eyes dry and show no sorrow Don’t believe him: In his heart, he’s got a heavy load, He’s a modest. And if he treats you as a stranger Regardless you are from Naples, from Angers Or from elsewhere, don’t go away. He, when he adopts you, my God! Does’t want that it’s even mentioned, He’s a modest. If you are not a complete dumb, If you know how to read in between lines, And you appreciate the facts and the moves, Then, you will see clearly in his game, That this nice presumptuous guy He’s a modest. |