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| Chansonnette à celle qui reste pucelle (Musique de Jean Bertola) |
Song for the girl who remains vergin (Music by Jean Bertola) |
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| Jadis, la mineure
Perdait son honneur(e) Au moindre faux pas. Ces moeurs n’ont plus cours, de Nos jours c’est la gourde Qui ne le fait pas. Toute ton école, Petite, rigole Qu’encore à seize ans Tu sois vierge et sage, Fidèle à l’usage Caduc à présent. Malgré les exemples De gosses, plus ample Informées que toi, Et qu’on dépucelle Avec leur crécelle Au bout de leurs doigts. Chacun te brocarde De ce que tu gardes Ta fleur d’oranger Pour la bonne cause, Et chacune glose Sur tes préjugés. Et tu sers de cible Mais reste insensible Aux propos moqueurs, Aux traits à la gomme. Comporte-toi comme Te le dit ton cœur. Quoi que l’on raconte, Y a pas plus de honte A se refuser, Ni plus de mérite D’ailleurs, ma petite, Qu’à se faire baiser. Certes, si te presse La soif de caresses, Cours, saute avec les Vénus de Panurge. Va, mais si rien n’urge, Faut pas t’emballer. Mais si tu succombes, Sache surtout qu’on peut Être passée par Onze mille verges, Et demeurer vierge, Paradoxe à part. |
Once, an underage girl, Would lose her honour At the slightest misstep. It is no longer so: Nowadays she's the foolish one Who doesn’t do it. Your whole school, Little one, is laughing To see that at sixteen You are still a virgin, still demure, Faithful to a tradition That has become obsolete. Despite the example Of kids Far ahead of you, Who lose their virginity While their rattles are still Clutched in their tiny fists. Everybody is criticising you Because you're saving Your orange blossom For a worthy cause, And everybody has an opinion On your prejudices. And you serve as their target But you stay indifferent To the mocking remarks, To the feeble jibes. Behave as Your heart tells you to. In spite of what they say, There is no more shame In saying no, Nor any more merit, Besides, my little one, Than in getting laid. Of course, if you feel The need for caresses, Run, jump with the Venus of Panurge. But if you don’t feel the need, You mustn't get carried away. But if you succumb, Know first of all that one Can pass through eleven thousand rods, And still remain a virgin, Paradox aside. Reference is made to both the legend of Saint Ursula and the 11,000 virgins and Guillaume Apollinaire's novel Les Onze Mille Verges, based on a homophonic pun on the words vierges and verges |