Gilbert Bécaud — Little Red Boy song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Little Red Boy" by Gilbert Bécaud.
Lyrics
Samedi vingt heures
Un coin de province
Un bal
Un groupe de quatre
Un saxo qui joue bien qui fait mal
Il a des cheveux rouges
Dont les boucles bougent, bien
T’es bon, t’es bon
Little red boy (2x)
Le gars aux cheveux rouges
A le corps qui bouge
Au max
Y a remue-ménage
Dans le cœur des filles et des garçons
On dirait un gosse
Tombé d’un carrosse, bien
T’es bon, t’es bon
Litle red boy (2x)
Un homme vêtu de noir
Avec des airs familiers
Litle red boy (2x)
Est venu pour lui livrer
De la farine à planer, à trop planer
Little red boy
Au bal de province
Le gars aux cheveux rouges
Tomba
Le saxo de cuivre
S'échappa de ses mains, se brisa
Et le grand carrosse
Emporta le gosse, loin
Ciao, ciao allez bye bye
Little red boy (3x)
(Merci à dandan pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
Saturday twenty hours
A corner of province
Ballroom
A group of four
A saxophone that plays well that hurts
He has red hair
Whose curls move, well
You're good, you're good
Little red boy (2x)
The red-haired guy
Has the body moving
At max
Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y
In the hearts of girls and boys
He looks like a kid.
Fell from a carriage, well
You're good, you're good
Litle red boy (2x)
A man dressed in black
With familiar tunes
Litle red boy (2x)
Came to deliver him
Flour to soar, to soar too much
Little red boy
At the provincial ball
The red-haired guy
Fall
The copper saxo
Escaped from his hands, broke
And the big carriage
Took the kid away
Ciao, ciao go bye bye
Little red boy (3x)
(Thanks to dandan for these words)