Amadou & Mariam — Pauvre type song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pauvre type" by Amadou & Mariam.
Lyrics
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est malheureux
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est misérable
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué
Aujourd’hui, c’est samedi
Samedi, le week-end commence
Pour préparer sa soirée
Il se promène de porte en porte
En cherchant chaussures et pantalon, une chemise, une cravate
Quelques jetons dans sa poche
C’est la fête, la fête qui commence
Aujourd’hui, c’est samedi
Samedi, le week-end commence
Pour préparer sa soirée
Il se promène de porte en porte
En cherchant chaussures et pantalon, une chemise, une cravate
Quelques jetons dans sa poche
C’est la fête, la fête qui commence
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est malheureux
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est misérable
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué
Aujourd’hui, c’est samedi
Il rejoint ses camarades
Arrivé au grain, la négociation commence
Il s’en va voir le boutiquier
Du thé, du thé à crédit
Du sucre, du sucre à crédit
Un seul long de cigarette
Il le fout dans un paquet vide
Il s’en va tout joyeux
C’est la fête, la fête qui commence
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est malheureux
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est misérable
Regardez ce Pauvre type, il est fatigué
Lyrics translation
Look at this poor guy, he's tired.
Look at this poor guy, he's unhappy.
Look at this poor guy, he's miserable
Look at this poor guy, he's tired.
Today is Saturday
Saturday, the weekend begins
To prepare her evening
He walks from door to door
Looking for shoes and pants, a shirt, a tie
A few chips in his pocket
It's the party, the party that begins
Today is Saturday
Saturday, the weekend begins
To prepare her evening
He walks from door to door
Looking for shoes and pants, a shirt, a tie
A few chips in his pocket
It's the party, the party that begins
Look at this poor guy, he's tired.
Look at this poor guy, he's unhappy.
Look at this poor guy, he's miserable
Look at this poor guy, he's tired.
Today is Saturday
He joins his comrades
Arrived at the grain, the negotiation begins
He's going to see the shopkeeper.
Tea, tea on credit
Sugar, Sugar on credit
A single long cigarette
He fucks it in an empty package
He leaves all happy
It's the party, the party that begins
Look at this poor guy, he's tired.
Look at this poor guy, he's unhappy.
Look at this poor guy, he's miserable
Look at this poor guy, he's tired.