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Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
The storm
Words and music: Georges Brassens
1 Tell me about the rain and not the good weather
The good weather saddens me selfish and makes me grind my teeth
The beautiful azure makes me angry
Because the greatest love that was given to me on earth
I owe it to the bad weather , I owe it to Jupiter
It fell on me from a stormy sky.
2 On a November evening, riding on the roofs
A real thunder from Brest with skunk cries
Lighted her fireworks
Jumping onto my bed, in her night costume,
My distraught neighbor came and knocked on my door
In re proclaiming my good offices.
3 I am alone and I am afraid, open up to me out of pity
My husband has just left to do his hard job
Poor unfortunate mercenary
Forced to sleep outside when the weather is bad
For the good reason that he is representative
Of a house of lightning rods.
4 By blessing the name of Benjamin Franklin
I put her in a safe place in my loving arms
And then love did the rest
You who sow lightning rods abundance
How many have you planted on your own house
An error that could not be more fatal.
5 When Jupiter went to make himself heard elsewhere
The beautiful one having finally conjured © her fear
And found all her courage
Returned to her homes, to dry her husband
By arranging to meet me on bad weather days
See you at the next storm.
6 from that day on I never looked down
I devoted my time to contemplating the skies
to watching passing through the clouds
watching for the stratus clouds, eyeing the nimbus
rolling eyes at the slightest cumulus clouds
But she didn't come back.
7 Her old friend husband had done so much business
Sold so many little pieces of iron that evening
That he had become a millionaire
And had taken her to the heavens always blue
Idiot countries where it never rains
Where we know nothing about thunder.
8 God let my complaint go loudly
Talk to him about the rain, talk to him about the bad weather
Which we faced together
Tell him about a certain murderous love at first sight
In the middle of my heart left the drawing
Of a little flower that looks like it.

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