Marche à l'ombre [English translation]

When this dirty hippie

Got out of his Volkswagen Kombi

That he parked like a rag

In front of my pub

I told to Bob who was playing pinball

<< Look at this scatterbrained that is coming

You see his look ?

What a pity ... >>

Patchouli , Pataugas shoes

A guide book in the pocket

Are Krishna down to the grave

Henna in the hairs

Pierced ears

I am sure , I can make a bet

That he will beg for a hundred bucks

To go to Kathmandu

Or elsewhere in Nepal

Before he could say a single word

I took the guy by the overcoat

And I told him

You , you're getting me on my nerves

And you shouldn't be in my world

Get outta here , you're not from my gang

Get out , you stink

And walk in the shade

A small bourgeois streetwalker

made up like a quad aces

Entered in my pub

A bit later

I told Bob who was playing pinball

<< Have a look on the face of that bitch

Ogle her ass

And her boobs >>

Leopard-like tights approved by the SPCA

Monoi oil and Challimard perfume

Pants of skai like Travolta

Is she coming to turn our minds upside-down ?

For fuck's sake , she's not in a Ritz-Carlton hotel

I can't stand the starlets

Nor the dumb blondes

Before she could drink a cognac

I took her by the collar

And I told her

You , you're getting me on my nerves

And you shouldn't be in my world

Get outta here , you're not from my gang

Get out , you stink

And walk in the shade

A little crazy Rocky-like guy

The kind of guy that took the wrong sidewalk

Came to play his Marlon Brando show

In my saloon

I told Bob who immediately reacted

<< Just give up , I'm afraid , he's a black jacket

Don't wanna have problems

With that clown >>

Because his helluva Rayban sunglasses

I can't see his eyes

And it's getting me on my nerves

Perhaps he's watching me

He better stop that before I kill him

For fuck's sake , what is this guy

Who comes to use my bar

He better go back in Greece

To get fucked

Before he could drink his Viandox

I punched him against the jukebox

And I told him

You , you're getting me on my nerves

And you shouldn't be in my world

Get outta here , you're not from my gang

Get out , you stink

And walk in the shade

And I also punched a punk

That hadn't forgot to be ugly

And an intellectual Nouvel-Obs-like guy

When Bob had fully annihilated the pinball

We haven't a penny in our pockets

I thought about it

And I told to myself :

<< It is true that I am as thick

As a sandwich of the SNCF

And that tomorrow I can stumble upon

A man that can explode my head

If that guy beats the hell outta me

And that I end up dying the face on the bar

If the Reaper pay me an apero

With a vicious grin

Before she could bring me to " Him "

To see if there are people in " His " pub

I shall tell her

You , you're getting me on my nerves

And you shouldn't be in my world

Get outta here , you're not from my gang

Get out , you stink

And walk in the shade

• Artist:Renaud
• Album:Marche à l'ombre