Hécatombe [English translation]

At the Brive-La-Gaillarde market,

Concerning some onion bunchs,

some dozens of strapping wenchs

were tearing each other's hair one day,

on foot, on horseback, by car,

The policemen ill inspired

came to try the adventure

of interrupting the brawl.

Therefore, all over the world shamelessly,

it's a well-established custom

As soon as it's time to thrash the cops,

Everyone become reconciled

These shrews losing their sense of proportion,

Pounced on these puppets,

And gave I can assure you,

A pretty cute show.

Seeing these brave cops,

being within an ace of death,

Me, I was delighted because I adore them,

In the likeness of corpses

In the attic room where I reside,

I was exciting the fierce arms

of the "copkillers" shrews

By screaming "Hip, Hip, Hip, Hourra"

Frantic, one of them tie up

the old sergeant

and have him scream "down with the cops,

death to the laws, hurrah for the anarchy!"

Another one stuff roughly

the skull of one of these oafs

between her gigantic buttocks

that she tightens as a vice.

The fattier of these females,

opening her dilated blouse,

beat up using breasts,

those who were to the fore

They fall, fall, fall, fall

And according to the competent opinions,

apparently this slaughter

Has been the all-time most beautiful one.

finally judging that their casualties

had had their fill of bashes

these shrews as an ultimate insult,

by returning to their business,

These shrews I can hardly dare,

to tell 'cause it's so petty

would have also cut their bollocks,

fortunately theiy didn't have any

would have also cut their bollocks,

fortunately theiy didn't have any

• Artist:Georges Brassens