Les Negresses Vertes — Sous Le Soleil De Bodega song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sous Le Soleil De Bodega" by Les Negresses Vertes.
Lyrics
Aie, bodege, bodega
Chante nos joies et nos folies
Aie, bodege, bodega
Tu es l'étoile de nos nuits
Si tu as la cucaracha
Sacrées bestioles, cancrelas
Fais un pactole, ligotes-la
Au gré du vent, du haut du mât
C’est un raz-de-marée que voilà
N’hésitons pas hissons-la
Elle se noiera, quel débarras
Car un vent de fête nous fait savoir
Qu’une tempête va déferler
Sur la mer boire de Bodega
Tonnerre de Dieu c’est Dyonisos
Bénis ma chair, bénis mes os Tonnerre de Dieu, toi Dyonisos
Bénis ma chair, bénis mes os Aie bodege, bodega
Chante nos joies et nos folies
Aie, bodege, bodega
Tu es l'étoile de nos nuits
Aie, bodege, bodega
Brûle mon coeur et mes soucis
Il sera toujours midi
Sous le soleil de bodega
Fou de bagou le plus beau des gars
Est à genoux au pastaga
J’entends hurler le mellino
Sans picador ni corrida
Lorsque tangua la sangria
Succomba le capitaine Tracas
Aie, bodege, bodega
Chante nos joies et nos folies
Aie, bodege, bodega
Tu es l'étoile de nos nuits
Aie, bodeg’s, bodega
Brûle mon coeur et mes soucis
Il sera toujours midi
Sous le soleil de bodega
A la bodega
Lyrics translation
Aie, bodega, bodega
Sing our joys and follies
Aie, bodega, bodega
You're the star of our nights
If you have the cockroach
Holy critters, crabs
Make a pact, tie her up
By the wind, from the top of the mast
It's a tidal wave.
Let's not hesitate to raise her
She'll drown, what a riddle
Because a festive wind lets us know
That a storm is going to storm
On the Sea drinking from Bodega
Thunder of God it's Dyonisos
Bless my flesh, bless my bones thunder of God, you Dyonisos
Bless my flesh, bless my bones AIE bodege, bodega
Sing our joys and follies
Aie, bodega, bodega
You're the star of our nights
Aie, bodega, bodega
Burn my heart and my worries
It will always be noon
Under the sun of bodega
Crazy bagou the most beautiful of guys
Is kneeling at the pastaga
I hear the mellino screaming
Without picker or cumshot
When sangria tangled
Succumbed Captain hassle
Aie, bodega, bodega
Sing our joys and follies
Aie, bodega, bodega
You're the star of our nights
Aie, bodeg's, bodega
Burn my heart and my worries
It will always be noon
Under the sun of bodega
To the winery