Marcel Amont — Po Po Po... Dis song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Po Po Po... Dis" by Marcel Amont.
Lyrics
Po po po po, this!
Mon ami Angelo
A tra? N? La savate
Dans les petites rues
O? Chantait Bab-el-Oued
Parmi les murs tout blancs
Quand le soleil? Clate
Ecrasant la Casbah
Et dess? Chant le bled
Marius et Denis
Ils disaient que le Nord
Commen? Ait juste apr? S Les tours de Carcassonne
Et le voil? Jet?
Par le coquin de sort
Sous des ciels de printemps
Qui lui semblent d’automne
Ma Patrie
J’ai tout laiss? L?-bas
Quand j’ai fait la valise
Mais comme les autres y disent
Po po po po Inch’Allah
Parole d’honneur mon fr? Re
C’est dur de tout quitter
Abandonnant la terre
O? T’avais tant sem?
Soleil, soleil de mon pays si beau
Tu fais rien qu’tomber en morceaux
-«la pur? e d’nous autres" —
Tu fais la f? Te qu’aux escargots
Po po po po this!
Faut arr? Ter de s’attendrir
La scoumoune pourrait revenir
On lui avait appris
Dans sa petite? Cole
Que ses anc? Tres blonds
S’appelaient Les Gaulois
Et pendant des ann? Es Il l’a cru sur parole
Lui qui est? Peu pr? S blond
Comme Enrico Macias
Titi d’autres faubourgs
Il a cherch? Gavroche
Mais ils se sont compris
Parfois bien de travers
Si ses espoirs souvent
Sont partis en brioche
Il sait des oasis
Au milieu du d? Sert
Ma Patrie
D’amis y a pas besef (1)
Monsieur Corneille peut-? Tre
Les voit comme y doivent? Tre
Mais? A, c’est des tchaleffes (2)
La vie c’est la k? Mia (3)
De l’auberge espagnole
Ce que t’apporte, ma parole,
Compte avant tout sur? A Merguez, merguez de mon si beau pays
C’est pas les hot-dogs de Paris
Qui me rendront mon app? Tit
Po po po po this!
On va s’taper une belle bouffa (4)
La vie qui vient nous tend les bras
Lorsque j’ai des soucis
Mon ami le pied-noir
Je m’en viens inspirer
Dans l’air que tu d? Places
Et c’est toi l’exil?
Oubliant ta disgr? Ce Qui me donne en riant
Une le? On d’espoir
Po po po po this!
(1) beaucoup
(2) mensonges
(3) amuse-gueules
(4) cuite
Lyrics translation
Po po Po Po, this!
My friend Angelo
Between? N? The savate
In the small streets
Or? Sang Bab-el-Oued
Among the white walls
When the sun? Clate
Crushing the Casbah
And dess? Singing the bled
Marius and Denis
They said that the North
Commen? Ait just apr? S the towers of Carcassonne
And the veil? Jet?
By the fate Rascal
Under spring skies
That seem to him autumn
My Homeland
Am I all ugly? L?-low
When I packed my suitcase
But as others say
Po Po Po Po inch'allah
Word of honor my brother? Re
It's hard to leave everything
Abandoning the Earth
Or? Did you have that much?
Sun, Sun of my country so beautiful
You're just falling apart.
- "the pure? e about us" —
You doing the f? To snails
Po Po Po Po this!
Shall we arr? Ter to tender
The scoumoune could return
We had taught him
In his little girl? Cole
What its ANCs? Three blondes
Were called the Gauls
And for years? He took his word for it.
Who is he? Little pr? S blonde
Like Enrico Macias
Titi other suburbs
Did he look? Gavroche
But they understood each other
Sometimes wrong
If his hopes often
Left in brioche
He knows oases.
In the middle of the d? Serve
My Homeland
Of friends there is no besef (1)
Mr. Corneille can? Three
Do you see them properly? Three
More? A, it is chaleffes (2)
Life is the k? Mia (3)
From the Spanish Inn
What brings you, my word,
First of all rely on? In Merguez, merguez of my beautiful country
It's not Paris hot dogs.
Who will return my app? Titus
Po Po Po Po this!
We will bang a nice mouffa (4)
The life that comes reaches out to us
When I have worries
My friend the foot-black
I come to be inspired
In the air you d? Place
And you're the exile?
Forgetting your disgrace? What gives me laughing
A le? We hope
Po Po Po Po this!
(1) many
(2) lies
(3) appetizers
(4) cooked