Tommy - Lasco

Le papa de Tommy bossait d’vingts deux heures à dix, la journée, il fumait,

il avait pas l’coeur à rire

Quand Tommy lui d’mandait :"Papa, elle où maman ?"

Lui, il pointait le ciel, les étoiles, le firmament

Alors Tommy dormait pas, toujours penché à s’fenêtre

Le jour, la maîtresse le gronde parce qu’il en fait qu'à sa tête,

il fait aucuns efforts, les mêmes erreurs en boucle

Il voudrait qu’sa mère le voit car c’est le meilleur au foot

Les gars du hall le connaissent bien, c’est l’petit qui est l’plus tard dehors

Son vieux survêt' tout troué, en dit en long sur sa garde-robe

C’est Puck le gérant du four, l’avait pris sous son aile, au moins un kebab par

jour, un ballon d’foot pour Noël

Et quand il était trop tard, il le forcait à rentrer, il lui disait qu’le

trottoir, ça mets nos frères en danger

Alors Tommy remontait, son père le calculait pas, il filmait dans sa chambre,

pour y contempler les astres

Il regarde les étoiles de la f’nêtre de son block, il y a beaucoup d'étoiles

qui se perdent dans les blocks

Tout s’accélère, le calme se perd, Sauvage fait crier le fer, boom boom

Il avait tiré malgré lui, Sauvage abasourdit le vit tomber sans un bruit,

quel triste jour qu’aujourd’hui

Un cercle de sang apparaissait sur le survêtement de Tommy

La balle lui troua le coeur, pourtant Tommy souriait

Et pas d’un sourire amer, c’est qu’enfin il savait qu’il allait rejoindre sa

mère

La balle lui troua le coeur, pourtant Tommy souriait

Et pas d’un sourire amer, c’est qu’enfin il savait qu’il allait rejoindre sa

mère

Il regarde les étoiles de la f’nêtre de son block, il y a beaucoup d'étoiles

qui se perdent dans les blocks

Il regarde les étoiles de la f’nêtre de son block, Tommy n’est qu’une étoile

égarée dans le block

Tommy's dad worked from 10 p.m. to ten, the day he smoked,

he didn't feel like laughing

When Tommy asked him: "Dad, she where mom?"

He was pointing at the sky, the stars, the firmament

So Tommy wasn't sleeping, still leaning out the window

During the day, the mistress scolds him because he does as he pleases,

he makes no effort, same mistakes over and over

He would like his mother to see him because he is the best in football

The guys in the hall know him well, he's the little one who's out the latest

His old tracksuit with holes in it says a lot about his wardrobe

It's Puck the manager of the oven, had taken him under his wing, at least a kebab per

day, a soccer ball for Christmas

And when it was too late, he forced him to go home, he told him that the

sidewalk, it puts our brothers in danger

So Tommy was coming up, his dad didn't calculate it, he was filming in his room,

to contemplate the stars

He looks at the stars from the window of his block, there are many stars

who get lost in the blocks

Everything is accelerating, the calm is lost, Sauvage makes the iron scream, boom boom

He had fired in spite of himself, Sauvage stunned saw him fall without a sound,

what a sad day today

A circle of blood appeared on Tommy's tracksuit

The bullet pierced his heart, yet Tommy smiled

And not with a bitter smile, it was that at last he knew he was going to join his

mother

The bullet pierced his heart, yet Tommy smiled

And not with a bitter smile, it was that at last he knew he was going to join his

mother

He looks at the stars from the window of his block, there are many stars

who get lost in the blocks

He looks at the stars from his block window, Tommy is just a star

lost in the block