Les Negresses Vertes — Car C'est Un Blouze song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Car C'est Un Blouze" by Les Negresses Vertes.
Lyrics
C'était un brave gars!
Un loustic du quartier
Un drôle de félaga
Qu’en faisait plus que la moitié
Un genre de felouze
Qui nous la jouait balèze
En retournant sa veste
Il savait se foutre à l’aise
Ce genre de petit plus
Comme qui dirait un zeste
Qu’il signait d’un rictus
Aux braves gens qu’on déteste.
Ha! quel felouze, et quelle finesse
Il avait dans les yeux
Un chouia de sagesse.
Qu’il les mettaient marrons
Sans filer nos adresses
Aie! Aie felouze t'était à l’aise
C'était un brave type
Sympathique à jacter
Il te retournait les tripes
D’une phrase clé
C'était pas la tarlouze
Qui vient te gaufrer les fraises
Qui pue, qui empeste
Qu’a des vues sur ton pèze
Il ne se débine pas, il reste
Pour coller le phallus
Aux braves gens qu’on déteste
Ha! quel felouze, et quelle finesse
Il avait dans les yeux
Un chouia de sagesse.
Qu’il les mettaient marrons
Sans filer nos adresses
Aie! Aie felouze t'était à l’aise
C'était pas le bargeot
Qui te fait croire à douter
Que tout est facile
Mais on l’a arrêté
Oui car c’est un blouze
Il fallait un malaise
On le tue ou il reste
Grillé comme une merguez
Que l’on mange aux puces
Que l’on renvoie sur la veste.
Ma chanson est l’astuce
Élastique, Hélas test.
Car j’aimerai savoir
Si vous les aimez noires
Dures ou gaies
Toutes nos histoires
Oui! mais voilà
Ça y est c’est fait
Aie! Aie felouze t'était balèze
Lyrics translation
He was a good guy!
A loustic of the neighborhood
A funny felaga
What was more than half of it
A kind of felouze
Who was playing us baleze
Turning his jacket over
He knew how to fuck at ease
This kind of small plus
Like that would say a zest
That he was signing with a rictus
To the brave people we hate.
Ha! what felouze, and what finesse
He had it in his eyes
A chouia of wisdom.
That he put them Brown
Without spinning our addresses
Aie! Aie felouze you were comfortable
He was a good guy.
Friendly to jet
He was turning your guts around.
Of a key sentence
It wasn't the tarlouze.
Who comes to emboss you strawberries
Who stinks, who stinks
What has views on your peach
He doesn't mess around, he stays
To glue the phallus
To the brave people we hate
Ha! what felouze, and what finesse
He had it in his eyes
A chouia of wisdom.
That he put them Brown
Without spinning our addresses
Aie! Aie felouze you were comfortable
It wasn't the bargeot.
That makes you believe in doubt
That everything is easy
But we stopped him.
Yeah, ' cause it's a blouse.
It took some discomfort
We kill him or he stays
Grilled like a merguez
That we eat with fleas
Let's put it back on the jacket.
My song is the trick
Elastic, Alas test.
'Cause I'd like to know
If you like them black
Hard or gay
All our stories
Yes! but here it is
That's it. that's it.
Aie! Aie felouze you were baleze