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Joan Baez - Pauvre Rutebeuf [HD]

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Channel: Gary Larson · 2018 · People & Blogs

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Joan Baez sings 'Pauvre Rutebeuf' from her 1965 Vanguard album 'Farewell, Angelina'. This song was written by Léo Ferré from a poem by Rutebeuf. The song lyrics are in the video and listed below with an English translation and some notes from Wikipedia.

Note:  I'm not completely satisfied with my English translation below. So if anyone comments corrections I will incorporate them to improve it.

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Pauvre Rutebeuf

Singer - Joan Baez

 Que sont mes amis devenus
 Que j'avais de si près tenus
 Et tant aimés

 Ils ont été trop clairsemés
 Je crois le vent les a ôtés
 L'amour est morte

 Ce sont amis que vent emporte
 Et il ventait devant ma porte
 Les emporta

Avec le temps qu'arbre défeuille
 Quand il ne reste en branche feuille
 Qui n'aille à terre

 Avec pauvreté qui m'atterre
 Qui de partout me fait la guerre
 L'amour est morte

 Ne convient pas que vous raconte
 Comment je me suis mis à honte
 En quelle manière

Que sont mes amis devenus
 Que j'avais de si près tenus
 Et tant aimés

 Ils ont été trop clairsemés
 Je crois le vent les a ôtés
 L'amour est morte

 Ce sont amis que vent emporte
 Et il ventait devant ma porte
 Les emporta

Pauvre sens et pauvre mémoire
 M'a Dieu donné le roi de gloire
 Et pauvre rente

 Et droit au cul quand bise vente
 Le vent me vient le vent m'évente
 L'amour est morte

 Le mal ne sait pas seul venir
 Tout ce qui m'était à venir
 M'est avenu
 M'est avenu

Songwriters:  Léo Ferré, Rutebeuf

[Lyrics from metrolyrics.com]


Pauvre Rutebeuf (English translation)

  What have my friends become
  Who I had so close
  And so much loved

  They were too few
  I believe the wind has taken them away
  Love is dead 

  These are friends that wind carries
  And it was winding in front of my door
  The carriers

  With the time that tree sheds leaves
  When it stays in the branch leaf
  Which falls to earth

  With poverty that hurts me
  Which everywhere is making war on me
  Love is dead

  Do not agree with what tells you
  How I put myself to shame
  In what way

  What have my friends become
  Who I had so close
  And so much loved

  They were too few
  I believe the wind has taken them away
  Love is dead

  These are friends that wind carries
  And it was winding in front of my door
  The carriers

  Poor sense and poor memory
  God gave me the king of glory
  And poor income

  And right to the behind when the kiss comes
  The wind comes to me, the wind hits me
  Love is dead

  Evil does not know only to come
  All that was coming to me
  It came to me
  It came to me

Wikipedia states: 

Léo Ferré (24 August 1916 – 14 July 1993) was a French-born Monégasque poet and composer, and a dynamic and controversial live performer, whose career in France dominated the years after the Second World War until his death. He released some forty albums over this period, composing the music and the majority of the lyrics. He released many hit singles, particularly between 1960 and the mid-seventies. Some of his songs have become classics of the French chanson repertoire, including "Avec le temps", "C'est extra", "Jolie Môme" and "Paris canaille".

Rutebeuf (or Rustebuef) (fl. 1245 – 1285), a trouvère, was born in the first half of the 13th century, possibly in Champagne (he describes conflicts in Troyes in 1249); he was evidently of humble birth, and he was a Parisian by education and residence. His name is nowhere mentioned by his contemporaries. He frequently plays in his verse on the word Rutebeuf, which was a nom de plume, and is variously explained by him as derived from rude boeuf and rude oeuvre ("coarse ox" or "rustic piece of work"). Paulin Paris thought that he began life in the lowest rank of the minstrel profession as a jongleur (juggler and musician). Some of his poems have autobiographical value.

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