Georges Brassens - Le Pornographe (English translation)

English translation

The Pornographer

In the old days, when I was a kid
I was afraid of dirty words
And if I only thought "shit"
I wouldn't say it
But
Now that my livelihood
Is to talk like a vulgar buffoon
I don't think "shit" anymore, of course
But rather I say it
 
I'm the pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
So as to play to the gallery
I spit out innuendos
Mouthfuls of crude words
Absolutely out of place
But
When I'm alone under my roof
In my psyche I'll point to myself
And shout: "Go, you wild man,
Stick it where the sun don't shine"
 
I'm the pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
Every Saturday I'll go to confession
To admit to having talked of buttocks
And I promise firmly to the holy man
To make them taboo
But
Fearing, should I speak of them no more,
That I'll end up in the Salvation Army
I soon bring up
The ungodly buttocks again.
 
I'm the pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
My wife, by the way,
Has a concupiscent character
Which spurs her into lying down naked
Under anybody
But
May I, let's be frank,
Speak of it at the café-concert
Without saying she has a strong case
Of an ass on fire?
 
I'm the pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
I would probably find joy
And be given the Cross of Honour
For singing with decorum
Of the love that leads to Rome
But
My angel said to me: "Tut tut!
Singing of love is forbidden to you
If it does not blossom in the destiny
Of a whore"
 
I'm the pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
And when, all jolly, I start singing
To the owner of a cabaret
A sweet Bucolic
He's melancholic
And
Says to me, his voice drowned with tears
"If it pleases you to sing of flowers
At least let them grow on Blondel street
In a whorehouse"
 
I'm the pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
Every night before dinner
As I set foot on my balcony
I gaze upon good people
In the setting sun
But
Don't ask me to sing of that, if
You fear to hear then
That I like to see, from my balcony,
The cunts go by
 
I'm the pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
Good souls on this earth
Are firmly counting on it that upon my demise
Satan comes to skewer
The foul-mouthed dead man
But
May the Great Manitou
To whom a word is naught
Be se good as to allow in his Jerusalem
In that pale hour
 
The pornographer
Of the pornograph
The naughty boy
Of songs
 
Submitted by beau coco on Fri, 21/04/2017 - 19:04
Added in reply to request by Green_Sattva
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