Didier Barbelivien — Il Tape Sur Des Bambous song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il Tape Sur Des Bambous" by Didier Barbelivien.
Lyrics
Il vit sa vie au bord de l’eau, cocos et coquillages
Un dollar pour prendre en photo son plus beau tatouage
Il vit sa vie comme un vendredi, Robinson est parti
Tu l’verras toujours bien dans sa peau quand il prend ce tempo
Il tape sur des bambous et c’est numro un Dans son le, on est fou comme on est musicien
Sur Radio Jamaque, il a des copains
Il fabrique sa musique et a lui va bien
Il tape sur des bambous, il joue pas les requins
Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equateur, mridien
Y’a des filles de partout qui lui veulent du bien
Lui la gloire, il s’en fout et a va, et a vient
Il connat le nom des bateaux, l’prnom du capitaine
Il te refile en stro la chanson des sirnes
Il trafique un peu dans tous les ports, la marine est d’accord
Y’a aucun malaise dans sa combine, c’est une musique machine
Il tape sur des bambous, il joue pas les requins
Tahiti, Tuamotu, Equateur, mridien
Y’a des filles de partout qui lui veulent du bien
Lui la gloire, il s’en fout et a va, et a vient
Il vit sa vie comme un vendredi, Robinson est parti
Tu l’verras toujours bien dans sa peau quand il prend ce tempo
Il tape sur des bambous et c’est numro un Dans son le, on est fou comme on est musicien
Sur Radio Jamaque, il a des copains
Il fabrique sa musique et a lui va bien.
Lyrics translation
He lives his life by the water, coconuts and seashells
A dollar to take a picture of her most beautiful tattoo
He lives his life like a Friday, Robinson is gone
You'll always see him in his skin when he takes that tempo
He beats on bamboos and it's numro un in his le, we're crazy as we're a musician
On Radio Jamaque, he has friends
He makes his music and he does well
He taps on bamboos, he doesn't play Sharks
Tahiti, Tuamotu, Ecuador, MRIdian
There are girls everywhere who want him good
He the glory, he doesn't care and goes, and comes
He knows the name of the ships, the name of the captain
He gives you stro the song of sirnes
He traffics a little in all ports, the Navy agrees
There is no discomfort in his combine, it is a machine music
He taps on bamboos, he doesn't play Sharks
Tahiti, Tuamotu, Ecuador, MRIdian
There are girls everywhere who want him good
He the glory, he doesn't care and goes, and comes
He lives his life like a Friday, Robinson is gone
You'll always see him in his skin when he takes that tempo
He beats on bamboos and it's numro un in his le, we're crazy as we're a musician
On Radio Jamaque, he has friends
He makes his music and he's doing fine.