Mickey 3d — Mimoun (Fils De Harki) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mimoun (Fils De Harki)" by Mickey 3d.
Lyrics
Mimoun, il fait des trous dans des cartons
Tous les matins il va pointer
Dans l’usine o a sent pas bon
O tout le monde fait que d’tousser
Il sait pas trs bien d’o il vient
Tout ce qu’il sait c’est qu’il est pas franais
Il aurait bien aim pourtant
Mais les gens font que d’l’viter
Alors il reste plant l Raconte des trucs la fraiseuse
Qui lui dit «mon gars t’arrte pas»
Mimoun il a bientt 40 ans
Mais il est toujours chez sa mre
C’est parce qu’elle est un peu malade
Depuis qu’elle a perdu son pre
Et comme c’tait lui le plus grand des fils
Il est parti bosser
A l’cole, il s’dbrouillait bien
L’aurait bien voulu continuer
Comme si la vie s’tait pose sur lui
En lui disant «toi tu bouges pas
Les trucs jolis c’est pas pour toi»
Mimoun il imagine qu’il est dj mort
C’est sa faon de s’vader
Et comme il y croit plus trs fort
Il dit qu’un jour il va s’tailler les veines
Plutt que de s’en aller
Pour tre ailleurs un tranger
Qui fait peur la mnagre
Et qui occupe les policiers
Alors il reste plant l Raconte des trucs la fraiseuse
Qui lui dit «mon gars t’arrte pas»
Comme si la vie s’tait pose sur lui
En lui disant «toi tu bouges pas
Les trucs jolis c’est pas pour toi»
Lyrics translation
Mimoun, he makes holes in cartons
Every morning it will point
In the factory o a smells not good
O all people do is cough
He doesn't know where he's coming from.
All he knows is he's not French.
He would have nice aim though
But people only do to vitiate it
So it remains plant L tells Stuff the milling machine
Who says, " Dude, don't arrest me.»
Mimoun he is soon 40 years old
But he's still at his mother's.
It's because she's a little sick
Since she lost her pre
And since he was the greatest of the sons
He went to work.
At school, he was doing well.
Would have liked to continue
As if life is silent on him
By saying, " you're not moving.
Pretty stuff isn't for you.»
Mimoun he imagines he is dead dj
It is his way of vader
And as he believes more strongly
He says that one day he will cut his veins
Rather than leaving
To be elsewhere a foreigner
Who scares the mnagre
And who occupies the police
So it remains plant L tells Stuff the milling machine
Who says, " Dude, don't arrest me.»
As if life is silent on him
By saying, " you're not moving.
Pretty stuff isn't for you.»