Below is the lyrics of the song Son bleu , artist - Calogero with translation
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Calogero
Il a refermé la porte douc’ment
Pour pas réveiller «Maman»
Il a j’té l’Huma
Sur l’canapé près du chat
S’est assis dans un coin
La tête dans ses mains
Cinquante balais c’est pas vieux
Qu’est-c'qu'y va faire de son bleu
De sa gamelle de sa gâpette
C’est toute sa vie qu'était dans sa musette
Y r’voit toutes ses années au chagrin
Et tout l’cambouis sur ses mains
Y r’pense à son gars
Qui voulait faire péter tout ça
Ça a pété sans lui
Sans douleur et sans cris
Où c’est qu’t’as vu un bon Dieu
Qu’est-c'qu'y va faire de son bleu
De ses bras de travailleur
C’est toute sa vie qu'était dans sa sueur
Pourquoi y r’pense aujourd’hui au p’tit
V’la dix ans qu’il est parti
«Salut pauv' cave
Tu s’ras toujours un esclave»
«Eh ben tu vois gamin
Aujourd’hui j’suis plus rien»
Pas fini d’se faire des ch’veux
Qu’est-c'qu'y va faire de son bleu
D’son drapeau rouge de son Lénine
C’est toute sa vie qu'était dans sa machine
Y va réveiller «Maman» peut-être
Lui dire: «Toujours pas de lettre
Il reviendra
Il pense à nous, t’en fait pas, là-bas
Dans la guérilla
Au Nicaragua»
«Merde aux hommes et merde à dieu !
«Dit-il en raccrochant son bleu
«Mon enfant a compris mieux que moi
Le bonheur de faire péter tout ça»
He closed the door softly
To not wake up "Mom"
He was the Human
On the couch near the cat
sat in a corner
Head in his hands
Fifty brooms is not old
What's going to do with his blue
Of his bowl of his trap
It's all his life that was in his haversack
Y sees all his years in grief
And all the grease on his hands
He thinks about his guy
Who wanted to blow it all up
It farted without him
Without pain and without screams
Where did you see a good God
What's going to do with his blue
From his working arms
His whole life was in his sweat
Why think about it today little one
It's been ten years since he left
"Hello poor 'cellar
You'll always be a slave"
"Well you see kid
Today I am nothing"
Not finished making hair
What's going to do with his blue
Of his red flag of his Lenin
His whole life was in his machine
Y will wake up "Mom" maybe
Tell him, "Still no letter
He will come back
He's thinking of us, don't worry, over there
In the guerrilla
In Nicaragua»
“Shit on men and shit on god!
"He said hanging up his blue
“My child understood better than me
The joy of blowing it all up"
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