Arthur Rimbaud - Parisian War Song lyrics

Spring is evidently here; for The ascent of Thiers and Picard From the green Estates lays Its splendours wide open! ______ O May! What delirious bare bums! O Sèvres Meudon, Bagneux, Asnières Listen now to the welcome arrivals Scattering springtime joys! ______ They have shakos, and sabers, and tom-toms And none of the old candleboxes; And skiffs which have nev... nev... Are cutting the lake of bloodstained waters! ______ More than ever before, we roister As on to our ant-heaps come Tumbling the yellow heads On these extraordinary dawns: ______ Thiers and Picard are Cupids; And beheaders of sunflowers too; They paint Corots with insecticide: Look how their tropes de-co*kchafer the trees... ______ They're familiars of the Great What's-his-name!... And Favre, lying among the irisis Blinks and weeps crocodile tears And sniffs his peppery sniff! ______ The Big City has hot cobblestones In spite of your showers of paraffin; And decidedly we shall have To liven you up in your parts... ______ And the Rustics who take their ease In long squattings Will hear boughs breaking Among the red rustlings