Pauvre Type - Amadou & Mariam

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est malheureux

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est misérable

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué

Aujourd’hui, c’est samedi

Samedi, le week-end commence

Pour préparer sa soirée

Il se promène de porte en porte

En cherchant chaussures et pantalon, une chemise, une cravate

Quelques jetons dans sa poche

C’est la fête, la fête qui commence

Aujourd’hui, c’est samedi

Samedi, le week-end commence

Pour préparer sa soirée

Il se promène de porte en porte

En cherchant chaussures et pantalon, une chemise, une cravate

Quelques jetons dans sa poche

C’est la fête, la fête qui commence

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est malheureux

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est misérable

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué

Aujourd’hui, c’est samedi

Il rejoint ses camarades

Arrivé au grain, la négociation commence

Il s’en va voir le boutiquier

Du thé, du thé à crédit

Du sucre, du sucre à crédit

Un seul long de cigarette

Il le fout dans un paquet vide

Il s’en va tout joyeux

C’est la fête, la fête qui commence

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est malheureux

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est misérable

Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué

Look at this Poor guy, he's tired

Look at this Poor guy, he's unhappy

Look at this poor guy, he's miserable

Look at this Poor guy, he's tired

Today is Saturday

Saturday the weekend begins

To prepare for his evening

He walks from door to door

Looking for shoes and pants, shirt, tie

A few chips in his pocket

It's the party, the party begins

Today is Saturday

Saturday the weekend begins

To prepare for his evening

He walks from door to door

Looking for shoes and pants, shirt, tie

A few chips in his pocket

It's the party, the party begins

Look at this Poor guy, he's tired

Look at this Poor guy, he's unhappy

Look at this poor guy, he's miserable

Look at this Poor guy, he's tired

Today is Saturday

He joins his comrades

Arrived at the grain, the negotiation begins

He goes to see the shopkeeper

Tea, tea on credit

Sugar, sugar on credit

Only one long cigarette

He puts it in an empty packet

He goes away very happy

It's the party, the party begins

Look at this Poor guy, he's tired

Look at this Poor guy, he's unhappy

Look at this poor guy, he's miserable

Look at this Poor guy, he's tired