Servis kabaré - Baster

Dann servis kabaré, kabaré makwalé, servis kaf malgas

Dann ninport kel mwa lané, sof koman i fo fé kabar la oté

Po remersi zot bann zanzèt, lé la po donn azot kouraz

Kouraz po kontinié, sak granpèr, granmèr dann tan lontan té i fé

La kaz gramoun Baba, la kaz madame Kaf, kaz Zaza

Sizèr i sonn, soley i tonb, lé lèr mèt manzé sou la tab

Ti pé ti pé domoune i ariv, marmay gramoune zot tout lé la

Lo kor ti frèr ti sèr isonn, zot tour va ni po rant dann ron

Oté sonn roulèr ti frèr

Aswar kaz granmèr amwin

Lespri lo mor lé la oté

Po kraz in maloya pilé

Lodèr kari si d’fé i lèv, marmit volay lo grin lé kwi

Sou pié zavoka koté la varang, granmèr si son tabouré i akout

Lo rom dovin i fé lo tour, plato boutéy so d’lo i suiv

Néna sak i bwa néna sak i manz, lespribondié la fèt lé la

Dann servis kabaré, lespri lo kèr lo kor lé la

Lespri in boug lé mor baya, lo kèr son fanm i pri po li

Déor roulèr i donn lo grin, romans gramoune la i rézonn

Aswar ziska granmatin, pil pilé momon krazé roulé dansé

Dann servis kabaré, makwalé kaf malgas

Dann nimport kel mwa lané, zansèt gramoune la lé la

Mét manzé sou la tab, baté baté roulèr

Po donn ali lo gou oté, respir lodèr son kiltir

Dan service cabaret, mackerel cabaret, Malagasy coffee service

It doesn't matter what month of the year it is, except how it's done here

Don't thank your angels, there don't give courage

Courage to continue, what grandfathers, grandmothers did in the past

There's Baba's house, Madame Kaf's house, Zaza's house

The bell rings, the sun goes down, and it's time to eat at the table

Little by little, domoune has arrived, all of them are there

When the little brothers are alone, their turn will be no more

There is the sound of the little brother's car

Good evening grandma amwin

The spirit of death over there

Cracked skin is peeling

The smell of curry is on the lips, the chicken stew is on the skin

On the avocado tree next to Varang, grandma if her stool is loud

When the wine is poured into the tower, the bottle tray follows

No matter what you drink or what you eat, the divine spirit is born there

Dan service cabaret, the spirit of the heart of the heart

The spirit is angry at the dead man, the heart of his wife is the price of his skin

Behind the wheel is the green, the romance of the gramoune is resonating

Evening until dawn, piles piled, crushed, rolled, danced

Dan service cabaret, makwalé kaf malgas

No matter what month of the year, the ancestors of Gramoune are there

Put food on the table, beat beat roller

Don't forget the taste of the place, breathe the smell of culture