Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
Le Vieux Léon
Words and music: Georges Brassens
1 There are fifteen years of misfortune just now, my old Léon
That you have gone to the paradise of the accordion
Go off at a good pace to see if the bastringue and the java
Had kept the right of citizenship with Jehovah
Fifteen years soon since music on the back
You were going to lead the ball in the friendly 'wisps'
In this asylum by Saint Cécile forgive us
For not knowing how to take note of your biniou.
2 It's a mistake but accordion players
We never put them in the Pantheon
My old man, you had to be content with the turnip field
Without great pomp and without pompoms and without Ave
But the friends followed the tree with a sinking heart
Laughing to do so pretending not to cry
And in our hearts poor accordion player
I believe it is much less cold than at the Pantheon.
3 Since my old man in the depths of heaven you made your hole
Water flowed under our bridges
The good children of the rue' de Vanves à la Gaîté
Both of them were carried away by the waves
But none of them ignored their time in the past
All remained on the side of the forget-me-nots
br/>All these Pierrots have a heavy heart, my old Léon
Hearing the slightest accordion song.
4 What is the weather like among the good people of the beyond
br/>Have the musicians finally found the one
And the little blue one doesn't that make it better
To be served in the vineyards of the Lord
If from time to time a lady from yesteryear lets herself be kissed
Surely dad you don't regret having passed
And if the Good God, I love the accordion a little
In the firmament you surely like it, my old Léon.