Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
Pauvre Martin
Words and music: Georges Brassens
(c) 1953 Éditions Musicales Ray VENTURA
rights transferred to WARNER CHAPPELL
MUSIC FRANCE
Capo III
1 With a tarpaulin on his shoulder,
With, on his lips, a sweet song,
With, the lip, a sweet song,
With, in the soul, great courage,
He was going to toil in the fields!
R Poor Martin, poor wretch re,
Dig the earth, dig time!
2 To earn the bread of your life,
From dawn until sunset,
From dawn until 'at sunset,
He was going to dig the earth
In all places, in all weathers!
3 Without letting anyone see, on his face,
Nor the neither the jealous look nor the mean look,
Neither the jealous look nor the mean look,
He turned the tables on others,
Always digging, always digging!
4 And when death beckoned him
To plow his last field,
To plow his last field,
He himself dug his grave
Whipping quickly, hiding...
5 He dug his own grave
Having quickly, hiding...
Having quickly, hiding...
And lay there without saying anything
So as not to disturb people...
R Poor Martin, poor misery,
Sleep under the earth, sleep under time!