La Tordue — Parano y a song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Parano y a" by La Tordue.
Lyrics
Y a ceux qui font d´la parano un apéro national
Y a ceux qui mettent leur veto sur la gent animale
Y a ceux qui bouffent des vélos pour passer dans l´journal
Y a ceux qui s´piquent au sang de veau pour pas perdre les pédales
Y a ceux qui jouent au torero sur les routes nationales
Y a les parfums capitaux qui sniffent le scandale
Y a les vieux Saints sectaires pas beaux qui puent d´la sandale
Y a des elfes pas très réglo dans les pompes à Total
Y a les gueux, y a les prospères
Y a l´pudding de ta grand-mère
Y a les affreux, y a les affaires
Y a les buildings de la misère
Y a l´soleil, y a l´tonnerre
Y a toi, y a moi, y a ta grand-mère
Y a l´tout p´tit qui sait rien faire
Et Marcelle qui s´roule par terre
Y a ceux qui font d´la parano un apéro national
Y a ceux qui croient noyer leurs maux dans des flots d´idées sales
Y a ceux qui tombent dans le panneau et ceux qui s´jettent dans le canal
Y a ceux qui s´la coulent en pédalo et ceux qui rament sur le Baïkal
Y a ceux qui restent le bec dans l´eau et ceux qui partent en bacchanales
Y a ceux qui s´partagent le gâteau et ceux qui crèvent sur la dalle
Y a les gueux, y a les prospères
Y a l´pudding de ta grand-mère
Y a les mafieux, y a les faux-frères
Y a l´mauvais bleu et l´camembert
Y a l´soleil, y a l´tonnerre
Y a toi, y a moi, y a ta grand-mère
Y a l´tout p´tit qui sait rien faire
Et Abdel qui s´roule par terre
Y a ceux qui font d´la parano un apéro national
Y a ceux qui descendent de chevaux, y a ceux qui montent des cabales
Y a ceux qui croupissent dans l´ghetto et ceux qui s´envolent en cavale
Y a ceux qu´on mène en bateau et ceux qui mènent le bal
Y a l´soleil, y a l´tonnerre
Y a toi, y a moi, y a ta grand-mère
Y a l´tout p´tit qui sait rien faire
Et Muriel qui s´roule par terre
Lyrics translation
There are those who make DLA parano a national aperitif
There are those who veto the animal race
There are those who eat bikes to pass in ljournal
There are those who bite the calf's blood so as not to lose the pedals
There are those who play the bullfighter on the national roads
There are the deadly perfumes that sniff scandal
There's the ugly old sectarian Saints who stink of the sandal
There are not very regular elves in Total pumps
There are the woes, there are the PROSPER
There's your grandmother's lpudding.
There's the awful, there's the business
There are the buildings of misery
And lsoleil, and ltonnerre
There's you, there's me, there's your grandmother
There's a lot of ptit who knows nothing
And Marcelle who runs on the floor
There are those who make DLA parano a national aperitif
There are those who believe to drown their evils in filthy streams
There are those who fall into the panel and those who squirt into the channel
There are those who SLA sink in pedal and those who roam on the Baikal
There are those who remain the beak in the water and those who leave in bacchanales
There are those who break the cake and those who die on the slab
There are the woes, there are the PROSPER
There's your grandmother's lpudding.
There's the mobsters, there's the fake brothers
There's blue mauvais and Camembert
And lsoleil, and ltonnerre
There's you, there's me, there's your grandmother
There's a lot of ptit who knows nothing
And Abdel running on the floor
There are those who make DLA parano a national aperitif
There are those who descend from horses, there are those who ride cabals
There are those who crouch in lghetto and those who scurry in cavale
There are those who lead by boat and those who lead the ball
And lsoleil, and ltonnerre
There's you, there's me, there's your grandmother
There's a lot of ptit who knows nothing
And Muriel running on the floor