There are some who come into the world lucky.
Others, on the contrary, are bigards all their lives.
My father was, he said, a baron.
My mother was good in her house.
The boss having given her a joke
And, what's more, having given her a child,
My poor baroness, by the boss,
Was thrown away quickly, and how!
To feed me my mother became a whore
And I, since then, have become a scoundrel.
br/>We are the owls.
The Apaches, the thugs,
They don't give a damn.
During the day, we hide our peepers,
But in the evening we take out our caps.
Our women toil on the Sébasto
While we, at the bistro, in a corner, nice and warm,
We do our little fun with guys like us,
Naughty people, Apaches, owls.
Make no mistake: we're not good at everything.
We're bad luck, cops, and that's all.
You never meet us on the boulevards,
Only in the evening, to chase away their cockroaches.
Rupin and jaded people, the vicious ,
With their chickens who look at us sweetly,
Come to our dens to drink red wine
And while dancing, they call us... Oh my God!...
We feel their warmth quivering in our arms,
So we squeeze, telling them in a low voice:
It is we who are the owls.
The Apaches, the thugs,
They don't give a damn.
During the day, we hide our peepers,
But in the evening we take out our caps.
Our women toil on the Sébasto
br/>While we, at the bistro, in a corner, nice and warm,
We have our little belote with guys like us,
Naughty people, Apaches, owls .
There are some who believe they are freed men.
Aha! They make me laugh with all their fuss.
We know very well that it will end up in the open air,
With my neck tightened in Mr. Débler's thing,
Unless one evening, a mahoutin, a strong one,
Gives us a blow of his surin in the skin.
It ends quickly, without holy water.
br/>Our heirs who all get periwinkles,
We cowards are in for a bad deal.
Oh! Whether it's there or elsewhere, we don't care!...
It's us who are the owls.
The Apaches, the thugs,
It doesn't cost one suddenly.
During the day, we hide our peepers,
But, in the evening, we take out our caps.
Listen to this, you rupins:
Beware of me, the rascal, when everyone will go their own way.
If my father hadn't acted like a thug,
I too might have been a man like you...< br/>

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