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| Les quatre bacheliers | The four students | ||
| Nous étions quatre bacheliers Sans vergogne, La vrai’ crème des écoliers, Des écoliers. Pour offrir aux filles des fleurs, Sans vergogne, Nous nous fîmes un peu voleurs, Un peu voleurs. Les sycophantes du pays, Sans vergogne, Aux gendarmes nous ont trahis, Nous ont trahis. Et l’on vit quatre bacheliers Sans vergogne, Qu’on emmène, les mains lié’s, Les mains lié’s. On fit venir à la prison, Sans vergogne, Les parents des mauvais garçons, Mauvais garçons. Les trois premiers pères, les trois, Sans vergogne, En perdirent tout leur sang-froid, Tout leur sang-froid. Comme un seul ils ont déclaré, Sans vergogne, Qu’on les avait déshonorée, Déshonorés. Comme un seul ont dit: « C’est fini, Sans vergogne, Fils indigne, je te reni’, Je te renie. » Le quatrième des parents, Sans vergogne, C’était le plus gros, le plus grand, Le plus grand. Quand il vint chercher son voleur Sans vergogne, On s’attendait à un malheur, À un malheur. Mais il n’a pas déclaré, non, Sans vergogne, Que l’on avait sali son nom, Sali son nom. Dans le silence on l’entendit, Sans vergogne, Qui lui disait : « Bonjour, petit, Bonjour petit. » On le vit, on le croirait pas, Sans vergogne, Lui tendre sa blague à tabac, Blague à tabac. Je ne sais pas s’il eut raison, Sans vergogne, D’agir d’une telle façon, Telle façon. Mais je sais qu’un enfant perdu, Sans vergogne, A de la corde de pendu, De pendu, A de la chance quand il a, Sans vergogne, Un père de ce tonneau-là, Ce tonneau-là. Et si les chrétiens du pays, Sans vergogne, Jugent que cet homme a failli, Homme a failli. Ça laisse à penser que, pour eux, Sans vergogne, L’Evangile, c’est de l’hébreu, C’est de l’hébreu.  bis |
We were four high school students Without shame, The very cream of the class, Of the class. To offer flowers to the girls, Without shame, We turned a little thieving, A little thieving. The sycophants of the town, Without shame, Reported us to the police, To the police. And you could see four high school boys Without shame, Led away with their hands tied, Their hands tied. They summoned to the prison, Without shame, The parents of the bad boys, The bad boys. The first three fathers, Without shame, Lost their tempers, Their tempers. All together they declared, Without shame, That they had been dishonored, Dishonored. All together they said: « It’s over, Without shame, Unworthy son, I disown you, I disown you. » The fourth father, Without shame, He was the biggest, the tallest, The tallest. When he came to claim his thief Without shame, Everyone expected a scandal, A scandal. But he did not declare at all, Without shame, That his name had been disgraced, Disgraced. In the silence you could hear him, Without shame, Saying to his boy: «Good morning, son, Good morning son.» They saw him, hard to believe, Without shame, Handing him his tobacco pouch, Tobacco pouch. I don’t know if he was right, Without shame, To act in such a way, In such a way. But I know that a lost boy, Without shame, Is very lucky, Very lucky, He has a chance when he has, Without shame, A father of such stature, Of such stature. And if the Christians of the country, Without shame, Judge that this man has failed, That this man has failed, It only proves that for them, Without shame, The Gospel might as well be Hebrew, Might as well be Hebrew. bis |