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douglas scotney

(boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

Les Fleurs des Mots: Un Plein Homme A Drunken Man


Je te niaise pas, I'm not kidding you,
J'ai tout plein aux as. I'm too full of it.
J'ai me fait le plain. I filled myself up.
Mes billes ont plein mes poches. My marbles are full of my pockets.

J'ai en plein le dos. I have had enough.

En plein ete, At the height of hot breeze,
Je vais aller I'll exercise knees
Au loin, jusqu'a, Over hills, until,
Les Boches ont plein les pays. The Germans are full of the countries.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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ete needs accent's aigu over both e's. Literally, last 4 lines translate as: in the middle of summer, I'm going to go away until the Germans are full of the countries.

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