Adieu minette [English translation]

Under your way too blond hair,

your bleached hair, it goes without saying,

You had the brain of a pigeon,

but i liked that, i liked that

Deep inside your eyes so blue,

your eyes with too much makeup, it goes without saying,

There was something uppish,

that i didn't like, that i didn't like

My hair was messy,

My eyes were pale,

I banged you in the straw

You enjoyed it

Farewell girl,

We were not on the same side,

Farewell sweetheart,

Say hi to your parents for me

You invited me to Deauville,

In your holiday cottage,

I was so fucking bored

In this mess in this mess

You introduced me to your buddies

They were almost as brainless as soldiers

They were genuine beer-drinking republicans

The big guy who thought he was clever

Calling me an anarchist,

I don't regret giving him a bunch of fives

Before leaving

Farewell girl,

we were not on the same side,

Farewell sweetheart,

say hi to your parents for me

And when you came back to Paris,

So proud of your tan,

You didn't want to lay your oars on the shore,

It's a metaphor

You called me a hundred times on the phone

So that i come and see you at Neuilly

In your pavilion near the park

And i said yes, and i said yes

One night i came to your party,

With 23 buddies of mine

We crushed your turkish delight

With our boots

Farewell girl,

We were not on the same side,

Farewell sweetheart,

Say hi to your parents for me

You can't blame them for that

They did not get an education

At La Courneuve there are no schools

Only prisons and concrete

Moreover, they did not break everything,

They only stole silverware,

Your buddy who does karate,

We beat the crap out of him

Your father, I called him a douchebag

Tell him i'm sorry

Had i known it was true

I would have told him again

Farewell girl,

We were not on the same side,

Farewell sweetheart,

Say hi to your parents for me

Now i don't want to talk anymore,

You should have understood by now,

we were not born on the same side

of bourgeoisie, of bourgeoisie

Stop sobbing for a minute,

See, i'm not forgetting you,

I'm making a reverse-charge call

From Nouméa from Nouméa

I've been a private for three weeks,

The army is one big family,

Yours was less disgusting,

can't wait for demobilization

• Artist:Renaud
• Album:Laisse béton