Piano dans l'eau - Dick Annegarn

J’ai navigué dans un piano

D’autres pirates me suivent dans l’eau

Chacun sa route, chacun sa trace

Chacun ses flots

La mer est d’huile, le ciel pas beau

Le vent souffle à peine, je n’avance pas trop

Chacun sa route, chacun sa trace

Chacun ses flots

Ma gueule de bois, ma gueule de veau

Montre les traces de nuits sans repos

Chacun sa route, chacun sa trace

Chacun ses flots

J’ai négocié de mon piano

L’entrée en rade de Bilbao

Chacun sa route, chacun sa trace

Chacun ses flots

J’ai reposé, mon vieux piano

En cale sèche, pour quelques travaux

Chacun sa route, chacun sa trace

Chacun ses flots

Me suis reposé comme tous les matelots

Entre les fesses de quelque travelo

Chacun sa route, chacun sa trace

Chacun ses flots

Chacun ses flots

Chacun ses flots

Chacun ses flots

I cruised in a piano

Other pirates follow me in the water

Each his way, each his track

To each his waves

The sea is oil, the sky not beautiful

The wind is barely blowing, I'm not getting too far

Each his way, each his track

To each his waves

My hangover, my veal hangover

Shows the traces of restless nights

Each his way, each his track

To each his waves

I negotiated from my piano

Entering the bay of Bilbao

Each his way, each his track

To each his waves

I put down my old piano

In drydock, for some work

Each his way, each his track

To each his waves

I rested like all the sailors

Between the buttocks of some tranny

Each his way, each his track

To each his waves

To each his waves

To each his waves

To each his waves