Les Aventures de Gérard Lambert [English translation]

On April the 14th , 1977

In the suburb during the night

The narrow road is empty

Gerard Lambert is going back to home .

From afar away comes

The motorbikes's cries ...

Here I'd put the landscape

Created the climate of my song

You can smell the fear , it stinks the death

I quite like this ambience , don't you ? No ? Alright !

Here's the story properly so called

Here is the plot of my song

Gerard Lambert is driving very fast

The wind rushes into his jacket

Faraway the bourgeois are sleeping

Like some dumbasses

When suddenly the tragedy happens

Right after a bend

There's no more gas in the motorbike

Gerard Lambert is mad with rage !

You shouldn't have , Gerard Lambert ,

been going to Rungis this night

You should have stayed at home with your mother

Like a good son .

He's putting his motorbike on its kickstand

He sat on the ground and started to think about it :

<< In this suburban slum

There is no open gas-station at night ! >>

In the distance there is a siren

Fading away ...

<< What I'm gonna do , for fuck's sake ?

No way I'm gonna get back on foot ! >>

The more he stresses the worse it gets

When suddenly an idea comes to his mind

I'm gonna siphon off a litre or two

In the oil-tank of this car

And then after that , I will pierce its tyres

Just like that , for free , for fun

I have to play a bit to calm me down

I'm angry ...

After he'd done its crime ,

Gérard Lambert try to go

The motorbike doesn't want to cooperate

It's the Almighty that punished him !

You shouldn't have , Gérard Lambert ,

been going to Rungis this night

You should have stayed at home with your mother

Like a good son .

So during half an hour,

He dabbled into the motorbike's engine

He's exhausted , he is sweating

He has dirty oil up to the elbows

In the distance comes the sun , as always

And right at this moment comes a guy

A little hoodlum with blond hairs

That tells him , like in the books :

<< Please , draw me a sheep

A nude babe or a gun

A switchblade knife or a motorbike

Anything you want , Man ! You're free

But please draw me some thing cool ! >>

In the distance nothing happens anymore or so I think

Thus with an adjustable wrench

Well placed between the eyes

Gerard Lambert blow up the head

Of the bullshit-teller Little Prince

You mustn't piss off Gerard Lambert

When he is repairing his motorbike .

That is the moral of my song

And I find it pretty cool !

Don't you ? OK , alright ...

• Artist:Renaud