La faute à Voltaire (La chanson de Gavroche)
Victor HugoEnglish translation of Bernard | |
SYY SIIHEN ON VOLTAIREN (Gavrochen laulu) * Kenen koti on Nanterre, on ruma kuin Voltaire, ylen tyhmä mies on Palaisseaun, syy siihen on Rousseaun. En arvoon päässyt määrin, syy siihen on Voltairen. Olen ryhtynyt vain lauleloon, syy siihen on Rousseaun. Jos hilpeänä häärin, syy siihen on Voltairen, ja jos kurja ryysyläinen oon, syy siihen on Rousseaun. Jos tässä astuin väärin, syy siihen on Voltairen, ja jos nenälleni saanut oon, syy siihen on Rous... | THE FAULT OF VOLTAIRE Gavroche I fell to earth, it’s the fault of Voltaire The nose in the gutter, that’s Rousseau’s fault I’m not a notary because of Voltaire I am a little bird, it’s the fault of Rousseau All He fell to earth, it’s the fault of Voltaire The nose in the gutter, that’s Rousseau’s fault If you’re not a notary, it’s because of Voltaire You are a little bird because of Rousseau Gavroche I fell on the ground Not even god knows how I have neither father nor mother Who recognises me as their child I’ve made myself a family With those who have none Cheerful characters in rags with a heavy heart like this. All You fell to earth, it’s the fault of Voltaire The nose in the gutter, that’s Rousseau’s fault Joy is your character because of Voltaire Misery is your trousseau because of Rousseau Gavroche I’m a ragamuffin But naked, the foot is still fine I take whatever pleases me To pay, no problem I give warning kicks To shopkeepers and to their wives All And to catch you They need more than a cop Gavroche They know me everywhere From Clignancourt to Belleville I’m loved by all Except by the town leaders I get by on what comes and what doesn’t come Without knowing in advance the menu of the next meal Misery is my trousseau because of Rousseau They are ugly in Nanterre, it’s the fault of Voltaire And stupid in Palaiseau because of Rousseau I'm not a notary, it’s because of Voltaire I am a small bird, that’s Rousseau’s fault. All He fell to earth, it’s the fault of Voltaire The nose in the gutter, that’s Rousseau’s fault If you’re not a notary, it’s because of Voltaire You are a small bird because of Rousseau You are a small bird because of Rousseau. |
* Victor Hugo: Kurjat (Les Misérables, 1862), II nide, V osa