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- (Posted 2005-09-14) CPDL #09553:
- Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2005-09-14). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 58 kB Copyright: Free Art License
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Asmodée
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
French text
Hier, à l'heure où l'étoile scintille,
J'étais plongé dans un sommeil profond.
Un petit diable armé d'une béquille
En mon grenier entra par le plafond.
Avant, dit-il, de rêver à la noce,
Ami, veux-tu choisir dans les houris
Que l'amour sème en ce vaste Paris ?
Partons, lui dis-je, en sautant sur sa bosse,
Bon Asmodée, allons, allons toujours,
Cherchons ailleurs l'hymen et les amours.