Thomas Fersen — La baston song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La baston" by Thomas Fersen.
Lyrics
Elle est collée la p’tite hirondelle
Elle prend du plomb dans sa cervelle
Comme les autres volatiles
Elle se fait empailler en ville
Elle cherche la baston
Encore la baston
Toujours la baston
Dès qu’ils peuvent
Planquez-vous
Les coups pleuvent de partout !
Trois cent lignes pour demain
Dix coups de règle sur les mains
On va lui couper les ailes
Elle sera comme les autres, pareille
Elle cherche la baston
Encore la baston
Toujours la baston
Dès qu’ils peuvent
Planquez-vous
Les coups pleuvent de partout !
On va lui couper sa langue !
On va lui briser son cou !
On va lui clouer son bec !
Au piquet et les mains sur la tête !
Elle cherche la baston
Encore la baston
Toujours la baston
Dès qu’ils peuvent
Planquez-vous
Les coups pleuvent de partout !
Lyrics translation
She is stuck the Little Swallow
She takes lead in her brain
Like other birds
She gets stuffed in town
She's looking for the baton
Again the baton
Always the baton
As soon as they can
Hide
The blows are raining everywhere !
Three hundred lines for tomorrow
Ten rule strokes on the hands
We're gonna cut his wings off.
She will be like the others, just like the others.
She's looking for the baton
Again the baton
Always the baton
As soon as they can
Hide
The blows are raining everywhere !
We'll cut off his tongue !
We're gonna break his neck !
We're gonna nail his beak !
Put your hands on your head !
She's looking for the baton
Again the baton
Always the baton
As soon as they can
Hide
The blows are raining everywhere !