Le copain de mon père - Agnes Bihl
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Le copain de mon père - Agnes Bihl

Год
2007
Язык
`French`
Длительность
239630

Below is the lyrics of the song Le copain de mon père , artist - Agnes Bihl with translation

Lyrics " Le copain de mon père "

Original text with translation

Le copain de mon père

Agnes Bihl

Оригинальный текст

Le copain de mon père

Il venait en bout d’mois

La, la, lalala

On lui servait un verre

Il s’en resservait trois

La, lalala

C'était un roi déchu

Une épave, un fantôme

Qui pointait au chômdu

En attendant son trône

Mon père l’accompagnait

Jusqu’au bout du chemin

Et froissait un billet

Dans sa poignée de main

Il s’app’lait p’t-être Marcel

Il roulait en vespa

La, la, lalala

A côté de sa selle

Le copain de papa

Le copain de mon père

C'était un amiral

La, la, lalala

Qui boitait de travers

Et flottait du moral

La, lalala

Il avait l’cœur cassé

Il suçait des cachous

Quand il nous embrassait

On s’essuyait les joues

Recalé d’la sécu

Il brassait son roman

Et des histoires de cul

Qui f’saient rougir maman

Il avait eu des femmes

Des baisers, du tabac

La, la, la

Des mômes et même une âme

Le copain de papa

Le copain de mon père

Il avait le nez bleu

La, la, lalala

Un pull-over tout vert

Et un regard pluvieux

La, lalala

On l’appelait «Train-train»

Il se taisait jamais

Et quand il causait rien

On croyait qu’il dormait

Il avait cru des guerres

Pacifié l’Algérie

Mangé des pommes de terre

Brûlé des champs de riz

Il montrait des copains

Vaguement morts là-bas

La, la, la

On regardait ses mains

Au copain de papa

Le copain de mon père

Un jour, on l’a plus r’vu

La

On s’regarde, on se perd

Ou on se perd de vue

La

Il a dû changer d’peau

Se re-refaire du fric

S’envoler au loto

Le cul dans une barrique

C’est drôle, mais c’est curieux

C’est bizarre, ça me manque

Son vespa, son pif bleu

Sa gueule de saltimbanque

Les souv’nirs sont des miettes

Ca fait dix mille repas

La, la, la

Que j’rajoute une assiette

Pour le pote à papa

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My Dad's Boyfriend

He was coming at the end of months

La, la, lalala

He was served a drink

He kept three

La, lalala

He was a fallen king

A wreck, a ghost

Who was pointing at the chômdu

Waiting for his throne

My father accompanied him

To the end of the road

And crumpled up a ticket

In his handshake

Maybe his name was Marcel

He was riding a vespa

La, la, lalala

Next to his saddle

Daddy's Friend

My Dad's Boyfriend

He was an admiral

La, la, lalala

Who limped through

And floated morale

La, lalala

He was heartbroken

He was sucking chunks

When he kissed us

We wiped our cheeks

Failed from the security

He was brewing his novel

And sex stories

Who make mum blush

He had wives

Kisses, tobacco

The, the, the

Kids and even a soul

Daddy's Friend

My Dad's Boyfriend

He had a blue nose

La, la, lalala

An all green sweater

And a rainy look

La, lalala

It was called "Train-train"

He was never silent

And when he was causing nothing

We thought he was sleeping

He believed in wars

Pacified Algeria

Ate potatoes

Burned rice fields

He was showing friends

Vaguely dead there

The, the, the

We were looking at his hands

To Daddy's Friend

My Dad's Boyfriend

One day, we didn't see him again

The

We look at each other, we get lost

Or we lose sight of each other

The

He had to change his skin

Make some more money

Soar in the lottery

Ass in a barrel

It's funny, but it's curious

It's weird, I miss it

His vespa, his blue conk

His mountebank face

Memories are crumbs

That's ten thousand meals

The, the, the

That I add a plate

For daddy's buddy

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