Adieu minette [English translation]

Under your hair that was too blond

And bleached, no need to talk of that,

You had the brain of a pigeon

But I liked that, but I liked that.

Within your big eyes, so bluish,

(Too much makeup, why talk of that ?)

There was something a bit uppish

that I didn't like, (that) I didn't like.

My shock of hair was all a mess

And my eyes very pale,

I banged you right there in the grass,

I heard you yell.

Farewell, dolly,

We didnt live on the same side,

Farewell, honey,

Say hi to mom and dad.

You invited me in Deauville

In your holiday second house

I got myself bored like a louse

An awful hell, an awful hell

Farewell, dolly,

We didnt live on the same side,

Farewell, honey,

Say hi to mom and dad.

You introduced me to your friends

Nearly as stupid as soldiers

Big beer-drinkers, big beer-drinkers,

Right-wing voters, right-wing voters.

The bloke who thought he was cunning

By calling me an anarchist

I can't regret laying my fist

On him when leaving.

Farewell, dolly,

We didnt live on the same side,

Farewell, honey,

Say hi to mom and dad.

Yet , when you went back to Paname

Being all so proud of your tan,

You wouldnt lay oars on the shore

That is, of course, a metaphor.

A good hundred times, you phoned me

To have me see you in Neuilly,

Near the forest, in your posh house,

And I said yes, and I said yes.

I came to your party, one night,

With 23-4 of my gang.

With our boots, your Turkish delight

We trod it down.

Dont blame them too hard, them, damn fools,

Coz they had no education.

in La Courneuve, there are no schools

Only concrete blocks and prisons.

Yet, they did not break everything,

They just stole silver cutlery.

Your pal that did some karate

We bashed him in, we bashed him in.

I called your father an arse-hole,

I am sorry, say that to him.

If I had known it were so real,

I'd have told him again.

Now, talking turns me a bit wild ,

Coz I hope you've understood it:

We were not born on the same side

Of the gentry, of the gentry.

Stop sobbing a minute, by Jove,

You see I'm not forgetting ya.

I am phoning you- reverse charge-

Today from New Caledonia.

For a fortnight, been a soldier,

In this Army- Family- Mob

Yours was much less of a stinker

Can't wait for demob.

• Artist:Renaud
• Album:Laisse béton