Brel Jacques
Miscellaneous
Ces Gens LÃ
Words and music: Jacques Brel
(c) 1966 Éditions Pouchenel
1 First, first, he there is the eldest
He who is like a melon
He who has a big nose
He who no longer knows his name
Sir, he drinks so much
And so much that he drank
Who does nothing with his ten fingers
But he who can't take it anymore
He who is completely cooked
And who thinks he's the king
Who gets drunk every night
With bad wine
And who we find in the morning
In the Church that snoozes
Stiff like a projection
White like an Easter candle
And then it stammers
And that has the eye who rambles
We must tell you, Sir
That among these people
We don't think, Sir
We don't think, we pray.
/>2 And then, there's the other one
Carrots in your hair
Who has ever seen a comb
How nasty is a dyke '
Mother who would give her money'
To poor happy people
Who married Denis'
A girl from the city
br/>Finally from another town
And it's not over
Who does his little business
With his little hat
With his little coat
With his little car
Which would like to look good
But it doesn't look at all
Don't play the rich's
When you don't have a penny
3 And then, there are the others
The mother who says nothing
Or anything
And from evening to morning
Under his beautiful face
And in his wooden frame
There is the mustache of the father '
Who died from a slip
And who looks at his flock
Drinking the soup cold'
And that makes big flashes
And It makes big flashes
And then there's the old one
That never stops vibrating
And we wait for it to die
Since she's the one with the sorrel
And we don't even listen
What her poor hands tell
I have to tell you, Sir
That among these people
We don't talk, Sir
We don't talk, we count.
4 And then, and then,
And then, there is Frida
How beautiful is a sun
And who loves me the same
How I love Frida
Even though we often say to ourselves
That we will have a house
With lots of windows
With almost no walls
And that we will live in it
br/>And it will be good to be there
And if it's not sure
It's still maybe
Because the others want to don't
Because others don't want to
Others say it like that
That she's too beautiful for me
That I'm just 'good
at skinning cats
I've never killed a cat
Or a long time ago
Or I forgot
Or they didn't smell good
Well they don't want to
Well they don't want to.
5 Sometimes when we see each other
Seems like it's not on purpose
With her moist eyes
She says she will leave
She says she will follow me
So for a moment
For just a moment
So I believe her, Sir
For a moment
For a moment only
Because with these people, Sir
We're not leaving
We're not leaving, sir
We're not leaving.
But it's late, sir
I have to go home.

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