Ma Nouvelle Orléans - Eddy Mitchell, Dr. John

Violent, angoissant, cruel, inhumain

Portant pourtant, un joli prnom fminin

L’ouragan Katrina noie mon Jambalaya

Le bayou sera toujours blue

Ma Nouvelle-Orlans, berceau du blues enfant

Dieu semble t’avoir blesse, oublie et ddaigne

Je parle du Dieu argent, du dollar frmissant

Des promesses du Texan, menteur mais pourtant prsident

Le quartier franais n’est plus ce qu’il tait

Les plantations en Louisiane sentent moins bon

Mais le crole n’oublie pas de fter le mardi gras

Cajun, a sera mieux demain

Ma Nouvelle-Orlans, des vautours viennent souvent

Touristes, voyeurs en manque des sensations dplaces

Ils viennent te voir pleurer, regretter le pass

Ils payent la demande, la belle histoire du Dixieland

Ma Nouvelle-Orlans, berceau du blues enfant

Dieu semble t’avoir blesse, oublie et ddaigne

Je parle du Dieu argent, du dollar trbuchant

Des promesses du Texan, menteur mais pourtant prsident.

Violent, scary, cruel, inhuman

Yet bearing a pretty feminine first name

Hurricane Katrina drowns my Jambalaya

The bayou will always be blue

My New Orleans, cradle of child blues

God seems to have hurt you, forget and disdain

I'm talking about the money god, the quivering dollar

Of the promises of the Texan, liar but nevertheless president

The French Quarter is no longer what it used to be

Plantations in Louisiana smell worse

But the crole don't forget to celebrate Mardi Gras

Cajun, it will be better tomorrow

My New Orleans, vultures often come

Tourists, voyeurs in need of out of place sensations

They come to see you cry, regret the past

They pay the demand, the great story of Dixieland

My New Orleans, cradle of child blues

God seems to have hurt you, forget and disdain

I'm talking about the money god, the stumbling dollar

Promises of the Texan, liar but nevertheless president.