by
Michel Veber (1896 - 1965), as Nino
Tout l'monde est méchant
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG
Je vais construire sur le sable
Une frégate de corsaire,
Et si le vent m'est favorable,
A marée haute je prends la mer.
Tout le monde est méchant sur la terre,
A marée haute je prends la mer.
J'invite le diable à mon bord,
S'il veut de moi pour capitaine,
Pavillon noir à têt' de mort
Tu flotteras à ma misaine.
Tout le monde est méchant sur la terre,
A marée haute je prends la mer.
De Cadix à Valparaiso,
Du Cap Horn à la Trinidad,
Je coulerai tous les vaisseaux
A portée de mes caronades!
Tout le monde est méchant sur la terre,
A marée haute je prends la mer.
Et mon navire chargé d'or
Je reviendrai couvert de sang,
Déposerai tous mes trésors
Aux genoux de ma pauv' maman.
Tout le monde est méchant sur la terre,
Tout le monde est méchant sauf ma mère;
Tout le monde est méchant sur la terre,
Tout le monde est méchant sauf Maman.
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- ENG English (Laura Prichard) , "Everyone is wicked", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 26
Word count: 162
Everyone is wicked
Language: English  after the French (Français)
I will construct on the sand
A privateer frigate,
And if the wind is favorable,
At high tide, I’ll take to the sea.
Everyone in the world is wicked,
At high tide, I’ll take to the sea.
I’ll invite the devil on board,
If he wants me to be the capitain,
The black Jolly Roger
Will fly from my foremast.
Everyone in the world is wicked,
At high tide, I’ll take to the sea.
From Cadiz to Valparaiso,
From Cape Horn to Trinidad,
I’ll sink all the vessels
Within reach of my carronades!
Everyone in the world is wicked
At high tide, I’ll take to the sea.
And my ship, loaded with gold
I will return covered in blood,
I will heap all of my treasures
At the feet of my poor mommy.
Everyone in the world is wicked,
Everyone is wicked except my mother.
Translators note for line 3-4: "carronades" - short cast iron cannons used as short-range weapons on ships from the 1770s-1850s
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Michel Veber (1896 - 1965), as Nino
This text was added to the website: 2016-04-14
Line count: 24
Word count: 145