Alain Souchon — Pays Industriels song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pays Industriels" by Alain Souchon.
Lyrics
Baby de nous,
Neuve hirondelle,
De ton berceau, ton nid doux, ta narcelle,
Tu regardes autour de toi les murs
Et tu dis: «Daddy, Daddy, que c’est dur.»
Baby de nous,
Tu ris des bielles,
Des pistons mous,
Des vilebrequins qui chancellent.
Tu trouves que c’est une musique malsaine,
Ces sifflets de contremaître,
Ces sirènes.
Baby de nous, casse tout,
Baby de nous.
Fais pas comme ton daddy mou.
Va faire joujou,
Baby de nous,
Loin des pays industriels.
Rues noires,
Maisons de briques
Que Léon Blum chantait sur sa guitare électrique.
Brouillard sur les quais noirs et blancs,
Vraiment Jean Gabin,
Vraiment Michèle Morgan,
Barbare,
Allôpolice.
Le soir dans les bars le cafard,
Ça se flingue au pastis.
On rêve mal
De choses infernales,
Les cheveux plastifiés de Victoria Principal.
Lyrics translation
Baby from us,
New swallow,
From your cradle, your soft nest, your dope,
You look around the walls
And you say, "Daddy, Daddy, This is hard.»
Baby from us,
You laugh at the connecting rods,
Soft pistons,
Crankshafts that stagger.
You think it's unhealthy music,
These Foreman whistles,
Those mermaids.
Baby from us, break it all,
Baby from us.
Don't be like your soft daddy.
Go play,
Baby from us,
Far from industrial countries.
Black streets,
Brick houses
That Leon Blum was singing on his electric guitar.
Fog on black and white docks,
Really Jean Gabin,
Really Michele Morgan,
Barbarian,
Hello police.
In the evening in bars the cockroach,
It's like shooting pastis.
We Dream bad
Of hellish things,
The main Victoria's plasticized hair.