Serge Reggiani — Le prof song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le prof" by Serge Reggiani.
Lyrics
A huit heures pile, il entrait dans la classe
Comme d’autres montent à l'échafaud
Sous les fous rires les cris et les grimaces
Le prof essuyait le tableau
Dans une odeur de cigarette blonde,
Il essayait mais vainement,
De démontrer que notre est ronde
Aux trois lèche-culs du premier rang
Sa vie n'était qu’une longue défaite
Mais, cramponné à son bureau
Il nous parlait sous une pluie de fléchettes
De la bataille de Waterloo…
Les autres profs, ils étaient plutôt vaches,
Ils nous piquaient nos mercredis
Il fallait bien que jeunesse se passe
Alors, on l’a passée sur lui
Qu’est ce qu’il a pris comme avions sur la tête
D’accord Blériot, ça volait bas
Excusez-moi, mais j’avais l'âge bête
Et je l’ai encore quelquefois
On se foutait comme de l’an quarante
De ses ancêtres les Gaulois
C'était à qui serait le roi des cancres
Et moi, j'étais souvent le roi
Un beau matin, j’ai dû rendre mes billes
Après un dernier pied de nez
Je suis parti voir la gueule de la vie…
Il n’en avait jamais parlé.
Lyrics translation
At eight o'clock, he was entering the class
As others climb the scaffold
Beneath the mad laughter the screams and the grimaces
The teacher was wiping the board
In a blonde cigarette smell,
He tried but in vain,
To demonstrate that Our is round
To the three first row asslick
His life was but a long defeat
But, clamped at his desk
He was talking to us in a rain of darts
From the Battle of Waterloo…
The other teachers, they were pretty cow.,
They used to sting us on Wednesdays.
It was necessary for youth to happen
So we passed it on to him
What did he take as planes on his head
All right, Bleriot, it was flying low.
Excuse me, but I was the dumb age
And I have it again sometimes
We were fucking like 40 years old.
From his ancestors the Gauls
It was who would be the king of the cancers
And I was often the King
One fine morning, I had to return my marbles
After a last foot of nose
I went to see the mouth of life…
He never talked about it.