Boby Lapointe — La fleur bleue contondante song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La fleur bleue contondante" by Boby Lapointe.
Lyrics
C'Ã(c)tait un catcheur des dimanches
Tous les samedis il catchait
Et les autres jours il s’cachait
Dans les bois, sous les branches
Et là avec un dictionnaire
Il faisait des vers, solitaire
Mais son esprit rugueux
Ne trouvait rien de mieux
Que d’faire rimer printemps
Avec j’y rentre dedans
Ou bien j’y casse les dents
C'Ã(c)tait trop percutant
Et tout honteux
Il disait «C'est affreux»
J’ai une fleur bleue contondante
Je n’la montre pas à qui veut
Elle n’est pourtant pas mÃ(c)chante
Ma petite fleur bleue
Mais elle est contondante
Mais elle est contondante
Allons tant pis, allons tant pis
Tant pis
Un jour un Ã(c)diteur affable
Comme il y en a depuis Esope
Le vit dans un café et hop
S’invita à sa table
Il se commanda une bière
Il paraît que ç a dÃ(c)saltère
Il prit le manuscrit
Et le lut sans broncher
Bien sÃ"r Ã(c)tant assis
Il n’pouvait pas broncher
Mais il poussait des cris
Comm' si on l'Ã(c)corchait
Et Chaleureux
Il lui dit «Cher Monsieur»
Tu as une fleur bleue contondante
Je vais la motnrer à qui veut
Corbleu est-elle assez mÃ(c)chante
Ta petite fleur bleue
Car elle est contondante
Car elle est contondante
Allons tant mieux, allons tant mieux
Tant mieux
Il devint un auteur cÃ(c)lèbre
Il Ã(c)tait de tous les galas
Et les autres jours ce gars-lÃ
Cherchait au bout d’ses lèvres
Des petits bouts de chansonnettes
Ã*a lui donnait mal à la jambe
Car il frappait du pied
Pour battre la mesure
Et ses nouveaux souliers
Avaient une pointure
Un peu trop Ã(c)triquÃ(c)e
Qui Ã(c)triquait son caquet
Et L'Ã(c)diteur
Lui dit ah! quel malheur
Ta fleur bleue n’est plus contondante
Je sais qu’tu fais ce que tu peux
Je n’voudrais pas être mÃ(c)chante
Mais que veux-tu donc que
Je fass' de ta fleur pÃ(c)dante
Qui n’est plus contondante
Allons tant pis, allons tant pis
Tant pis
Il devint boxeur des dimanches
Tous les samedis il boxait
Et les autres jours il bossait
Comme cow-boy dans un ranch
Pour se payer les manuels
Traitant de la poÃ(c)sie cruelle
Et la fille du libraire
Qui avait su lui plaire
L’amena sans manière
Pour clore cette affaire
Devant Monsieur Le Maire
Pas plus tard qu’avant hier
Et O surprise
Il lui dit entr' deux bises
J’aurai un' fleur bleue contondante
Je vais t’la montrer si tu veux
N’aie pas peur elle n’est pas m’chante
Ma petite fleur bleue
Mais elle est contondante
Mais elle est contondante
Allons tant mieux, allons tant mieux
Tant mieux
Lyrics translation
It was a Sunday wrestler
Every Saturday he would catch
And the other days he was hiding
In the woods, under the branches
And there with a dictionary
He was doing verses, lonely
But his rough mind
Couldn't find anything better
Than to rhyme spring
With I go into it
Or I'll break my teeth
It(c) was too impactful
And all shameful
He said, " it's awful.»
I have a blunt blue flower
I don't show it to anyone
She's not singing anymore.
My little blue flower
But it's blunt
But it's blunt
Come on, Come On, Come on.
Never mind.
One day an affable dictator
As there are since Aesop
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He ordered himself a beer
It seems that this d (c) jump
He took the manuscript
And the lut without basking
Of course (C) both sitting
He could not stumble
But he was screaming
As if it was corked
And Warm
He says "Dear Sir»
You have a blunt blue flower
I'm going to motnrer her who wants
Corbleu is she pretty much singing
Your little blue flower
Because it's blunt
Because it's blunt
Let's go so much better, let's go so much better
So much the better
He became a literary author
It(c) was of all galas
And the other days this guy
Looking at the end of his lips
Little bits of chansonnettes
He was hurting his leg.
For he was kicking
To beat the measure
And his new shoes
Had a size
A bit too much to(C)cheat (c)e
Who(c)was cheating on his caquet
And the publisher
He says ah! what a misfortune
Your blue flower is no longer blunt
I know you're doing what you can
I would not like to be mÃ(C)sing
But what do you want so that
Je fass ' de tu fleur pà (C) dante
Which is no longer blunt
Come on, Come On, Come on.
Never mind.
He became a boxer on Sundays
Every Saturday he boxed
And the other days he worked
Like a cowboy on a ranch
To pay for textbooks
Dealing with cruel poÃ(C)sie
And the daughter of the bookseller
Who had been able to please him
It's a great place to stay.
To close this case
Before The Mayor
No later than before yesterday
And O surprise
He tells her two kisses
I'll have a blunt blue flower
I'll show it to you if you want
Don't be afraid she's not singing to me
My little blue flower
But it's blunt
But it's blunt
Let's go so much better, let's go so much better
So much the better