Laura Fygi — La Complainte De Mackie song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Complainte De Mackie" by Laura Fygi.
Lyrics
Les dents longues, redoutables
Le requin tue sans merci
Le surin au fond d’la poche
Sans reproche, c’est Mackie
Sur les bords de la Tamise
Le sang coule dans la nuit
On périt les poches vides
Poches pleines, quelqu’un fuit
Gens de bien ou hommes riches
Disparaissent au grand jour
Sur leurs traces, quelqu’un passe
Qui ramène le butin
Jenny Trowler agonise
Un couteau entre les seins
Sur les rives dans l’eau grise
M’sieur Mackie s’en lave les mains
Et la veuve d'âge tendre
Que l’on viole dans son lit
Que l’on vole sans attendre
Le gentleman, c’est Mackie
Le feu gronde dans la ville
Le feu brille, la mort vient
On s'étonne, on questionne
Oui mais Mackie ne sait rien
Le sang coule des mâchoires
Au repas du grand requin
Mains gantées et nappe blanche
Monsieur Mackie croque son prochain…
Lyrics translation
Long, fearsome teeth
The shark kills mercilessly
The surin at the bottom of the pocket
No offense, it's Mackie.
On the banks of the Thames
Blood flows at night
We perish the empty pockets
Pockets Full, someone runs away
Good people or rich men
Disappear in the open
In their footsteps, someone passes by
Who brings back the loot
Jenny Trowler agonizes
A knife between the breasts
On the banks in the gray water
Mr. Mackie washes his hands
And the widow of tender age
That we rape in bed
That we fly without waiting
The gentleman is Mackie.
Fire rumbles in the city
Fire shines, death comes
We wonder, we question
Yeah, but Mackie doesn't know anything.
Blood flows from the jaws
At the meal of the Great Shark
Gloved hands and white tablecloth
Mr. Mackie crunches his next…