Le petit voisin [English translation]

The little neighbor is named Jocelyn with a P with an F like in Martine.

The little neighbor has grain, some salt and some sand, and certainly caffeine.

The little neighbor likes above our house, which, clearly, is below.

He takes classes like Ji-Juitsu but isn't bad, isn't bad for two cents.

And, in all the apartment, dirty but nice, we are deceived, we search, we gently berate each other.

But the little neighbor, he is totally stoic.

And mainly he doesn't give a damn because he's a student.

The little neighbor in his T1 has rather rare instruments and bizarre things.

Drums, a Malian mask, ashtrays and bakelite charms.

He breathes into the end of bamboo, a dijeridoo of Pier Import, of Nepal.

He plays to place caps on bottles, then he gasps and becomes all pale.

And in all the apartment, filthy but acceptable, we are deceived, we look for each other, we gently berate each other.

But the little neighbor, he sits at his table and he rolls a cigarette because he is a student.

From time to time, the little neighbor, to justify his scholarship from the university,

jumped from his T1 into a crowded lecture hall like a big bag,

Then an hour passed, he returned to the door but non without having made a detour by Bubu's house.

A little party of Fighting Simulator, but no more than 4 hours, to not abuse it.

And in all the apartment, dirty but good, it's fine, we are deceived, we try to find ourselves, we signs petitions.

But the little neighbor, while reading his magnas, dreams of better days because he is a student.

On the city pavement that one tramples when one can no longer be stagnant, one can imagine to pass the little neighbor:

under banners that he likes to claim a bit more or less than that.

Sitting playing a drum in front of the building,

the lost causes, great debates, we end up blown away in adventure!

And in all the apartment, dirty but good, it's fine, we are deceived, we try to find ourselves until it makes us sick.

And the little neighbor, in the paddy wagon, begins to regret his five and a half years.

And then one day, the little neighbor will go point somewhere to bore you a bit.

He will be missed and it will be a while until he wakes up to a better tomorrow.

So as to disguise the bitterness, to eighteen riverbanks shouting that enough is enough, he surveys he sidewalk.

Nothing will change but at least it's exciting.

• Artist:Jeanne Cherhal
• Album:Les p'tites qui piaffent