Mimoun, fils de harki - Mickey 3d

Mimoun, il fait des trous dans des cartons

Tous les matins il va pointer

Dans l’usine o a sent pas bon

O tout le monde fait que d’tousser

Il sait pas trs bien d’o il vient

Tout ce qu’il sait c’est qu’il est pas franais

Il aurait bien aim pourtant

Mais les gens font que d’l’viter

Alors il reste plant l Raconte des trucs la fraiseuse

Qui lui dit «mon gars t’arrte pas»

Mimoun il a bientt 40 ans

Mais il est toujours chez sa mre

C’est parce qu’elle est un peu malade

Depuis qu’elle a perdu son pre

Et comme c’tait lui le plus grand des fils

Il est parti bosser

A l’cole, il s’dbrouillait bien

L’aurait bien voulu continuer

Comme si la vie s’tait pose sur lui

En lui disant «toi tu bouges pas

Les trucs jolis c’est pas pour toi»

Mimoun il imagine qu’il est dj mort

C’est sa faon de s’vader

Et comme il y croit plus trs fort

Il dit qu’un jour il va s’tailler les veines

Plutt que de s’en aller

Pour tre ailleurs un tranger

Qui fait peur la mnagre

Et qui occupe les policiers

Alors il reste plant l Raconte des trucs la fraiseuse

Qui lui dit «mon gars t’arrte pas»

Comme si la vie s’tait pose sur lui

En lui disant «toi tu bouges pas

Les trucs jolis c’est pas pour toi»

Mimoun, he makes holes in boxes

Every morning he will clock in

In the factory where it smells bad

Oh everybody just cough

He doesn't quite know where he comes from

All he knows is he's not French

He would have liked though

But people just avoid it

So he stays planted Tells stuff the milling machine

Who says to him "my guy don't stop"

Mimoun is almost 40 years old

But he's still at his mother's

It's because she's a little sick

Since she lost her father

And as he was the greatest of sons

He went to work

At school, he was doing well

Would have liked to continue

As if life had landed on him

Saying "you don't move

Pretty things aren't for you

Mimoun he imagines that he is already dead

It's his way of getting away

And as he believes in it more strongly

He says one day he's gonna cut his wrists

Rather than leaving

To be a stranger elsewhere

Who scares the housewife

And who keeps the cops busy

So he stays planted Tells stuff the milling machine

Who says to him "my guy don't stop"

As if life had landed on him

Saying "you don't move

Pretty things aren't for you