Ange — La bataille du sucre song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La bataille du sucre" by Ange.
Lyrics
C'était en deux mille quinze
Et Noël approchait
Et comme en quinze cent quinze
Les enfants attendaient
Le problème était là,
Bien fiers devant nos portes
Nous étions blêmes et las
Devant le grand cloporte
N’y avait plus de sucre
La Terre n’en donnait plus
L’avait creusé sépulcre
Et ne répondait plus !
A un prix d’or
Sœur Saccharine vendait ses prières, Le Beau
Oui mais alors,
Plus rien ne sert de racler la pierre ! Le Niais
C'était en deux mille quinze
Et Noël approchait
Et comme en quinze cent quinze
Les enfants attendaient,
Et les heures qui filaient
Aussi promptes que l’oiseau
Et les chiens qui crevaient
A renifler de l’eau
N’y avait plus de sel
La Terre n’en donnait plus,
Pour faire du sucre on prit du sel,
Deux mille quatorze ou treize, je ne sais plus !
Et le béton toujours vainqueur
Semait tristesse sur notre atoll,
Faisant valser nos cœurs-moteur
En une morne farandole
C'était en deux mille quinze
Et Noël arriva
Ce fut un deux mille quinze
Pour les enfants sans joie,
Devant leurs verts sapins
Aux branchages plastiques,
Comme des santons-pantins
En serviettes périodiques,
Leurs visages grisaillèrent,
Leurs yeux devinrent néons,
Ils avaient fait la guerre
Pour sucer un bonbon !
Les enfants s'éteignirent
Un à un en pleurant,
Rendirent dernier soupir,
Devinrent beaux comme avant.
Indifférents et délaissant le drame,
Les parents assoiffés léchèrent les larmes
De leurs enfants frustrés,
Pourquoi me direz-vous?
Parce qu’elles étaient sucrées !
Lyrics translation
It was in two thousand fifteen
And Christmas was coming
And as in fifteen hundred fifteen
The children were waiting
The problem was there,
Very proud in front of our doors
We were blemish and weary
In front of the big bell tower
There was no more sugar
The Earth gave no more
Had dug him grave
And no longer answered !
At a golden price
Sister Saccharine sold her prayers, the handsome
Yes but then,
There's no use scraping the stone anymore ! The Fool
It was in two thousand fifteen
And Christmas was coming
And as in fifteen hundred fifteen
The children were waiting,
And the hours that went by
As quick as the bird
And the dogs that punctured
Sniffing water
There was no salt left
The Earth gave no more,
To make sugar we took salt,
Two thousand fourteen or thirteen, I don't know anymore !
And concrete always wins
Sowed sadness on our atoll,
Waltzing our hearts-motor
In a bleak farandole
It was in two thousand fifteen
And Christmas came
It was a two thousand fifteen
For joyless children,
In front of their green fir trees
Plastic branches,
Like santons-pantins
In periodic napkins,
Their faces grayed,
Their eyes became neon,
They had made war
To suck a candy !
The children went out
One by one crying,
Gave last breath,
Became beautiful as before.
Indifferent and abandoning the drama,
Thirsty parents licked tears
Of their frustrated children,
Why would you tell me?
Because they were sweet !