Why don't you come with us
To the village, among the people, with us
In that farmhouse, so alone, what are you doing
On Sunday, you'll finally hear the mass

No, I don't feel like it, I prefer to stay here
I have the cow and the pig, I can't abandon them like this
Pumping water from the canal, little hay in the barn, too much to do
Preparing my meals, always keeping an eye on the garden

When evening comes, dead tired, I only enjoy sleeping
Yes, but this is not a life
If you buy the festive dress
Who knows, you might even turn heads

And if you don't succeed
Just outside the village, there's the fair
No, I don't feel like it, I prefer to stay here
I already lived in the village for a few months

If at night you take a step with your tongue
Which is a knife, they cut your clothes off
And if you talk to a girl who has already been engaged
They label you with two stamps: pimp and prostitute

And if someone doesn't defend their interests with nails and teeth
They are degraded to the last of the fools, not to mention the impotent
You will also have a dance hall to dance
And then a billiard table to play

No, I don't feel like it (you'll have a tavern where you can drink) much better to stay here
No, I don't want to get involved in envy and perfidy (and then the television to watch)
I don't want to duel among dirty jealousies and gossip (you can also sin if you want)
And the bigotry of the sweet and dear daughters of Mary
And the politics of the priest against that of the council
All there to see who wins
And smiles and compromises and sewers in the ditches
No no, I don't agree
No no, I don't agree

I can't just talk about football and women
About members three spans long, I can't talk
About all the affairs of the grocer
And the duodenal ulcer of the butcher's father

I can't talk

You might also have children one day
To then make them become like that, I prefer to raise calves and rabbits

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