Marianne Oswald - Jacques Prévert - Children hunting

Original Title: "La chasse à l'enfant"
Text: Jacques Prévert (1934)
Music: Joseph Kosma
Year: 1936

Bandit! Rascal! Thief! Scoundrel!

Above the island, birds can be seen
All around the island there is water

Bandit! Rascal! Thief! Scoundrel!
What are those howls
Bandit! Rascal! Thief! Scoundrel!
It's the pack of honest people
That is hunting children down

He said "I am done with the reformatory"
And the wardens had broken his teeth using their keys
And then had let him lying down on the cement

Bandit! Rascal! Thief! Scoundrel!
Now he ran away
And like a hunted beast
He gallops in the night
And all gallop after him
The gendarmes, the tourists, the person of private means, the artists

Bandit! Rascal! Thief! Scoundrel!

It's the pack of honest people
That is hunting children down

To hunt children down, no need of a permit
All the decent people got down to it
What is swimming in the night?
What are those flashes those noises?
It's a child who is running away
He is being shot at with a rifle

Bandit! Rascal! Thief! Scoundrel!

All those men on the shore
Are empty-handed and purple* with rage

Bandit! Rascal! Thief! Scoundrel!

Will you get back to the continent?

Above the island, birds can be seen
All around the island there is water

* green with rage in french

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Edith Piaf - My legionary

Original Title: "Mon légionnaire"
Text: Raymond Asso
First sung by Marie Dubas
Year: 1936

He had big eyes, very clear,
where sometimes lightning passed
Like in the sky the thunderstorms passes

He was covered in tattoos
That I never really well understood
His neck wore "Not seen not taken"
On his heart one could read "Noone"
On his right arm one word "Resound"

I do not know his name
I do not know anything about him
He loved me the whole night
My legionary

And leaving me to my destiny
He left in the morning full of light
He was thin, he was beautiful
He smelled good the warm sand
My legionary
There was sun on his forehead
That were putting light in his blond hair

Happiness lost, happiness fled
Still I think about that night
And the desire for his skin gnaws at me
Sometimes I cry then I think
That when I was over his heart
I should have shouted my happiness
But I did not dare to tell him anything
I was scared to see him smile

He was found in the desert
He had his beautiful eyes opened
In the sky clouds were passing
He showed his tattoos while smiling
Showing his neck "Not seen not taken"
Showing his heart "Here noone"
He did not know, I forvige him

Though I was dreaming that destiny
Would bring one fine morning
My legionary
That we would go away far
Both of us
In some marvellous country
Full of light

He was thin, he was beautiful
He was put under the warm sand
My legionary
There was sun on his forehead
That were putting light in his blond hair

Marie Dubas' version: