À L'ombre Des Maris
Georges Brassens
In the Shadow of Husbands
The virtuous dragons do not take offense
If I had had the honor to command on board
On board the Titanic when it sank
I would have shouted: Adulterous women first!
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
Because, to fulfill wishes, calm the burning fever
Of the poor lonely one who is not made of wood
None can compare to the unfaithful wife
Wives of station masters, you are the flower of the woods
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
As for you, my lords, love as you please
As for me, having understood one day
That an adulterous woman is more exquisite than another
I seek my happiness in the shadow of husbands
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
In the shadow of husbands but, needless to say
Not just any, I sort them, choose them
If Mrs. Dupont, by chance, attracts me
It is necessary that, in addition, Dupont pleases me too!
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
It is fitting that the rascal has a good pear
Otherwise, changing my mind, I run away quickly
Because I am picky and refuse to drink
From the glass of a gentleman I don't like
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
My beginnings are far away when, lacking practice
I set my sights on cops' wives
I was not yet open to aesthetics
I no longer make this mistake
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
Yes, I am meticulous, picky, but I believe
That the husband must be a complete gentleman
Because we both end up becoming intimate
By passing the baton back and forth
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
But if, alas! We fall on infamous husbands
Some are so courteous, so good, so warm
That, even after ceasing to love their wives
We still pretend just for them
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
That's my case these days, I am sad, sick
When I have to honor a certain wretch
But, her husband and I, we are Orestes and Pylades
And, to keep the friend, I still cajole her
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
Not content to displease me, she cheats on me
And on the days when, furious, wanting to destroy everything
I shout: The cup is full, it's time for me to leave!
The husband begs me: No, don't leave me!
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
And I stay, and both of us, we flatter each other
I tell her: You are my favorite cuckold
He replies: Among all my horns
The ones I owe you, my dear, are sacred to me
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
And I stay and, sometimes, when that snob
Lingers in the company of her new lover
When the nanny is out, the husband is fishing
It's me, poor me! Who takes care of the children
Don't throw stones at the adulterous woman
I've got her back
