Renaud — Le Sirop De La Rue song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Sirop De La Rue" by Renaud.
Lyrics
La boule zro
Et la morve au nez
On n’tait pas beau
Mais on s’en foutait
Le mercurochrome
Sur nos genoux pointus
C’tait nos diplmes
D’l’cole de la rue
Le seul vrai enfer
Qu’on avait sur terre
Il tait dans l’ciel
De nos pauvres marelles
On avait dix ans
Pis on ignorait
Qu’un jour on s’rait grands
Pis qu’on mourirait
L’eau des caniveaux
Nous f’sait des rivires
O tous nos bateaux
Naviguaient ppre
Aujourd’hui les moineaux
Evitez d’tomber
Le nez dans l’ruisseau
La gueule sur l’pav
A moins d’pas trop craindre
Les capotes uses
Et les vieilles seringues
Et les rats crevs
L’t sur les plages
C’tait l’dbarquement
J’tais les GI’s
T’tais les Allemands
Pistolet flches
Carabine en bois
Et ma canne pche
C’tait un bazooka
Dans les vieux blockhaus
On f’sait notre Q.G.
C’tait bien craignoss'
Qu’est-c'que a chlinguait
Les filles v’naient jamais
Parc’qu’elles craignaient qu’on
Veuille les tripoter
Elles avaient raison
Quand tu ramassais
Un gros coquillage
Eh ben t’entendais
La mer, l’vent du large
Aujourd’hui t’as qu’une
Symphonie d'4×4
Qui vont dans les dunes
Comme a Ouarzazate
Le son des tocards
Rchapps hlas
Du Paris-Dakar
Du rallye d’l’Atlas
On tait inscrits
Pour tout l’moi d’juillet
A des cours de gym
Et au club Mickey
En c’temps l Disney
Faisait pas les poches
Ni les porte-monnaie
A des millions d’mioches
C’tait l’Figaro
Qui organisaient
L’concours de chteaux
De sable que j’gagnais
Aujourd’hui c’journal
Est l’ami des enfants
Au Front National
Et au Vatican
Quand t’allais t’baquer
Tu t’buvais peinard
Un tasse d’eau sale
Pas une mare noire
Creusant l’sable blond
Tu ram’nais des coques
Pas des champignons
Ni des gonocoques
Dans les bouteilles vides
Y’avait de messages
Pas des pesticides
D’un dernier naufrage
L’jour o j’mourirais
Puisque c’est crit
Qu’aprs l’enfance c’est
Quasiment fini
Devant l’autr’charlot
J’espre arriver
La boule zro
Et la morve au nez
Du mercurochrome
Sur mes genoux pointus
Qu’y connaisse l’arme
Du sirop d’la rue
Lui qu’a eu tant d’mmes
Et qui les a perdus
Lyrics translation
The zro ball
And snot on the nose
We weren't beautiful.
But we didn't care
The mercurochrome
On our pointed knees
It was our diplomas.
From the street School
The only real hell
That we had on Earth
He was in the sky
Of our poor Maples
We were ten years old
But we didn't know
That one day we grew up
Hell, we'd die.
Water from gutters
We know rivers
O all our boats
Were sailing pre
Today the sparrows
Avoid falling
The nose in the stream
The mouth on the pav
Unless you're too afraid
Used capotes
And the old syringes
And crevice rats
The t on the beaches
It was the dbarquement
I shut up the GIS
Shut the Germans up.
Flches gun
Wooden carbine
And my cane pche
It was a bazooka.
In the old blockhouses
We know our HQ.
It was good craignoss'
What did he say?
Girls were never born
Because they feared that we
Want to touch them
They were right.
When you were picking up
A large shell
Well you heard
The sea, the offshore wind
Today you have only one
Symphony of 4×4
Who go to the dunes
As has Ouarzazate
The sound of tocards
Rchapps hlas
From Paris-Dakar
Of the Atlas rally
We were registered
For all the me of July
At gym classes
And The Mickey club
At this time L Disney
Did not do the pockets
Nor wallets
To millions of babies
It was the Figaro
Who organized
The castles competition
Of sand I earned
Today it journal
Is the friend of children
On The National Front
And the Vatican
When you were going to fuck
You were drinking too hard.
A cup of dirty water
Not a black pond
Digging blonde sand
You had shells
No mushrooms
Nor gonococci
In empty bottles
There were messages
No pesticides
Of a last shipwreck
The day I die
Since it is crit
What after childhood is
Almost finished
In front of the other charlot
I hope to arrive
The zro ball
And snot on the nose
Of the mercurochrome
On my pointy knees
Know the weapon there
From street syrup
He had so many women
And who lost them