Paroles: René Rouzaud
Musique: Marguerite Monnot
© 1954 Les auteurs
Esgourdes rien qu`un instant
La goualante du pauvre Jean
Que les femmes n`aimaient pas
Mais n`oubliez pas
Dans la vie y a qu`une morale
Qu`on soit riche ou sans un sou
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Il vivait au jour le jour
Dans la soie et le velours
Il pionçait dans de beaux draps
Mais n`oubliez pas
Dans la vie on est peau de balle
Quand notre cœur est au clou
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Il bectait chez les barons
Il guinchait dans les salons
Et lichait tous les tafias
Mais n`oubliez pas
Rien ne vaut une belle fille
Qui partage votre ragoût
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Pour gagner des picaillons
Il fut un méchant larron
On le saluait bien bas
Mais n`oubliez pas
Un jour on fait la pirouette
Et derrière les verrous
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Esgourdes bien jeunes gens
Profitez de vos vingt ans
On ne les a qu`une fois
Et n`oubliez pas
Plutôt qu`une cordelette
Mieux vaut une femme à son cou
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Et voilà mes braves gens
La goualante du pauvre Jean
Qui vous dit en vous quittant
Aimez-vous....
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English Translation
THE BALLAD OF JOHN (THE POOR PEOPLE OF PARIS)
Listen just a minute
To the ballad of poor John,
Whom the women do not like,
But don't forget,
In life there is a moral,
Whether he is rich or penniless,
Without love, one is nothing at all,
Without love, one is nothing at all.
He lived from day to day,
In silk and velvet.
He went about in fine clothes,
But don't forget,
In life, we are nothing
When our heart is in pain.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
He visited the tycoons.
He hung around the salons
And drank up all the brandy,
But don't forget,
Nothing is worth a beautiful girl
Who shares our meal with us.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
In order to make money,
He became a cruel thief.
People bowed low to him,
But don't forget,
One day he got arrested,
And behind bars,
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Listen well, young people.
Take advantage of your twenty years.
You will have it only once,
But don't forget,
A woman around your neck
Is worth more than a cord.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
And there you have it, my good people,
The ballad of poor John,
Who says to you as he leaves you,
"Love!"
[pH]
Musique: Marguerite Monnot
© 1954 Les auteurs
Esgourdes rien qu`un instant
La goualante du pauvre Jean
Que les femmes n`aimaient pas
Mais n`oubliez pas
Dans la vie y a qu`une morale
Qu`on soit riche ou sans un sou
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Il vivait au jour le jour
Dans la soie et le velours
Il pionçait dans de beaux draps
Mais n`oubliez pas
Dans la vie on est peau de balle
Quand notre cœur est au clou
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Il bectait chez les barons
Il guinchait dans les salons
Et lichait tous les tafias
Mais n`oubliez pas
Rien ne vaut une belle fille
Qui partage votre ragoût
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Pour gagner des picaillons
Il fut un méchant larron
On le saluait bien bas
Mais n`oubliez pas
Un jour on fait la pirouette
Et derrière les verrous
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Esgourdes bien jeunes gens
Profitez de vos vingt ans
On ne les a qu`une fois
Et n`oubliez pas
Plutôt qu`une cordelette
Mieux vaut une femme à son cou
Sans amour on n`est rien du tout
Et voilà mes braves gens
La goualante du pauvre Jean
Qui vous dit en vous quittant
Aimez-vous....
____________________________________________
English Translation
THE BALLAD OF JOHN (THE POOR PEOPLE OF PARIS)
Listen just a minute
To the ballad of poor John,
Whom the women do not like,
But don't forget,
In life there is a moral,
Whether he is rich or penniless,
Without love, one is nothing at all,
Without love, one is nothing at all.
He lived from day to day,
In silk and velvet.
He went about in fine clothes,
But don't forget,
In life, we are nothing
When our heart is in pain.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
He visited the tycoons.
He hung around the salons
And drank up all the brandy,
But don't forget,
Nothing is worth a beautiful girl
Who shares our meal with us.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
In order to make money,
He became a cruel thief.
People bowed low to him,
But don't forget,
One day he got arrested,
And behind bars,
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Listen well, young people.
Take advantage of your twenty years.
You will have it only once,
But don't forget,
A woman around your neck
Is worth more than a cord.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
Without love, one is nothing at all.
And there you have it, my good people,
The ballad of poor John,
Who says to you as he leaves you,
"Love!"
[pH]