Georges Moustaki (1934-2013) was a singer-songwriter of Greek Jewish origin… Read Full Bio ↴Georges Moustaki (1934-2013) was a singer-songwriter of Greek Jewish origin.
Moustaki was born Yussef Mustacchi on the 3rd May 1934 in Alexandria, Egypt, of Sephardic Jewish parents who had moved there from Corfu, and who ran a bookshop in the city. The family spoke Italian at home, but Georges (then Yussef) spoke Arabic with his friends and attended a French school to which his Francophile parents sent him and his sisters. In 1951 he moved to Paris, where he was inspired by the young Georges Brassens, in honour of whom he changed his name to Georges Moustaki.
Moustaki wrote and sang in French, Italian, Greek, Spanish, English, Yiddish, and Arabic. Early influences included Edith Piaf, with whom Moustaki carried on a year-long romance. His pan-national approach to music made him a star in Europe in the late sixties and early seventies.
He died on the 23rd May 2013 in Nice, France.
Moustaki was born Yussef Mustacchi on the 3rd May 1934 in Alexandria, Egypt, of Sephardic Jewish parents who had moved there from Corfu, and who ran a bookshop in the city. The family spoke Italian at home, but Georges (then Yussef) spoke Arabic with his friends and attended a French school to which his Francophile parents sent him and his sisters. In 1951 he moved to Paris, where he was inspired by the young Georges Brassens, in honour of whom he changed his name to Georges Moustaki.
Moustaki wrote and sang in French, Italian, Greek, Spanish, English, Yiddish, and Arabic. Early influences included Edith Piaf, with whom Moustaki carried on a year-long romance. His pan-national approach to music made him a star in Europe in the late sixties and early seventies.
He died on the 23rd May 2013 in Nice, France.
Le Petit Homme Et Le Grand Homme
Georges Moustaki Lyrics
Le petit homme portait un uniforme
Et des souliers vernis
Le grand homme allait les pieds nus
Le petit homme serrait dans ses poings
La crosse d'un fusil
Le grand homme avait les mains nus
Le petit homme portait dans son sac
Les oiseaux qu'il avait tués
Le grand homme ramassait des fruit's
Le petit homme marchait sur l'asphalte
Des routes bien tracées
Le grand homme allait à travers champs
Ils auraient pu ne jamais se rencontrer
Pourtant un jour les deux
Routes se croisèrent
Le petit homme prit peur et recula
Il arma son fusil
Le grand homme en souriant tendit
Les mains vers lui
Et le coup partit
Et des souliers vernis
Le grand homme allait les pieds nus
Le petit homme serrait dans ses poings
La crosse d'un fusil
Le grand homme avait les mains nus
Les oiseaux qu'il avait tués
Le grand homme ramassait des fruit's
Le petit homme marchait sur l'asphalte
Des routes bien tracées
Le grand homme allait à travers champs
Ils auraient pu ne jamais se rencontrer
Pourtant un jour les deux
Routes se croisèrent
Le petit homme prit peur et recula
Il arma son fusil
Le grand homme en souriant tendit
Les mains vers lui
Et le coup partit
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