La Ruda Salska — Du rififi chez les branques song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Du rififi chez les branques" by La Ruda Salska.
Lyrics
Oui, en faite, je pense que
Enfin, comment dire?
Comment c’est?
Un petit peu comme dans
Ces films des années 50
Où vous savez, les bandits
Sont en noir et blanc, et s’imaginent
Invincibles, froids de sang et… et…
Il se voyait an grand truand légendaire forçant le respect à tous ces branques
de, il soignait
L’accroche comme son revolver, «veston trois boutons deux poches»
et gominé capillaire… il se voyait tel, tel, tel Capone, en
Contemporain, pas un tel untel mais tel qu'était Capone… Aux maintes hommes «de main» à sa pogne… Il s’inventait un pedigree
Des moins clairs… Lui qui s'était juste fait toper à tirer en «loosdé»
à Leclerc. Il se voyait comme le roi des gangsters, comme un
Clone d’Al Capone, homme et truand légendaire mais il n'était en somme qu’un
branque de «première», comme un clone d’Al
Capone, à trois francs trente… et c’est cher! Oh! Il se voyait comme…
ces cadors, sourds à toutes les prières, sans remords
Sans recours… au sang froid, hors-la-loi mais en pleine lumière et suicidaire
était de nier sa gloire… Quand, dans les claques, il
Mattait la taulière. dans la voix des c’est en clair: >… Il se voyait fier,
parrain des gangsters… Quel camouflet! Ce n'était que le parrain des
Mouflets de son beau-frère!!! Il se voyait en tueur fou sanguinaire,
qui coûte que coûte n’fait jamais machine arrière. Il saignait
Partout les parties de poker, ceux qui posaient plus de deux paires.
Il les expédiait chez … Il se voyait tel
Tel, tel Capone en contemporain pas tel untel mais tel qu'était Capone…
Dans le règne des flingues qui résonnent… Il rackettait
Même les plus hauts fonctionnaires, il les faisait tellement chanter,
qu’ils croonaient… Et battaient Fred Astaire Il se voyait comme
Le roi des gangsters, comme un clone d’Al Capone, homme et truand légendaire
mais il n'était en somme qu’un branque de
, comme un roi sans couronne si ce n’est en implant dentaire… Oh!
Lui n'était qu’homme… mythomane dans un
Mitan de verre, pyromane. jouant la flambe. et sévère!.. quant aux femmes
sans passer au travers, elles étaient loin d'être
Nymphomanes envers ce cave et pervers, lui se voyait mâle. et levant des
compagnes, qu’il arrosait de diamants et de
Champagne, il se voyait fier. comme en affaires, parrain des gangsters.
Quel camouflet! Ce n'était que le parrain des mouflets
De son beau-frère!!! Il trouva lourd le se dit Mais en ce jour,
il a mordu la poussière, à son
Premier coup face à la caissière, lui laissa une, deux, trois secondes…
Elle a tiré la première… Il s'écroula, dans son sang, sur
Le parterre, sans avoir le temps de faire parler son revolver, à jouer les
cadors, ça mène au cimetière, ci gît…
.repose et dort feu le roi des gangsters
Lyrics translation
Yes, in fact, I think that
Well, how can I put it?
What's it like?
A little bit like in
These films of the 50s
Where you know, the bandits
Are in black and white, and imagine
Invincible, cold with blood and ... and…
He saw himself as a great legendary thug forcing respect to all these branches
from, he looked after
Hangs it like his revolver, " jacket three buttons two pockets»
and gummed capillary ... he saw himself Such, Such, Such Capone, in
Contemporary, not such a untel but as Capone was ... to the many men "hand" to his pocket ... he invented a pedigree
Of the less clear ... He who had just got caught shooting in " loosde»
Leclerc. He saw himself as the king of gangsters, as a
Clone of Al Capone, man and legendary thug but he was in short only one
branque of "Premiere", like a clone of Al
Capone, at three francs thirty ... and it's expensive! Oh! He saw himself as…
these cadors, deaf to all prayers, without remorse
Without recourse ... cold-blooded, outlaw but in bright light and suicidal
was to deny his glory ... when, in the slaps, he
Killed the jailhouse. in the voice of it is clear: > ... he saw himself proud,
godfather of gangsters ... what a camouflage! He was only the godfather of
Moufflets of his brother-in-law!!! He saw himself as a bloody mad killer,
who costs what costs never makes machine back. He was bleeding.
Everywhere poker games, those who posed more than two pairs.
He sent them home ... he saw himself as such
Such, such Capone in contemporary not such untel but as was Capone…
In the reign of guns that resonate ... he was racketeering
Even the highest officials, he used to blackmail them so much,
that they crooned... and beat Fred Astaire he saw himself as
The king of gangsters, like a clone of Al Capone, man and legendary thug
but it was in short only a branch of
like a king without a crown, except for a dental implant ... Oh!
He was just a man... a mythomaniac in a
Glass Mitan, pyromaniac. playing the flame. and severe!.. as for women
without going through, they were far from being
Nymphomaniacs towards this cellar and pervert, he saw himself as male. and raising
companions, which he watered with diamonds and
Champagne, he was proud. as in business, godfather of gangsters.
What a camouflage! He was just the godfather of moufflets
His brother-in-law!!! He found it heavy the said himself but on this day,
he bit the dust, at his
First shot in front of the cashier, left him one, two, three seconds…
She shot the first... he collapsed, in his blood, on
The parterre, without having time to make his revolver speak, to play the
cadors, it leads to the cemetery.…
.rests and sleeps fire the king of gangsters