Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les punaises, artist - Anne Sylvestre.
Date of issue: 08.08.2019
Song language: French
Les punaises(original) |
Quand à la messe j’allais |
Alors fallait |
Voir les punaises |
Me lorgner sans pudeur |
Du coin de leur |
Regard qui biaise |
À travers leurs mains jointes |
Elles me lançaient des pointes |
«Voyez un peu l’allure qu’elle a» |
Ave, ave Marie Stella |
Car moi, j’y allais qu' pour de bon |
Balancer mes jupons |
En écoutant l' sermon |
Je faisais mon |
P’tit inventaire |
Le curé pas méchant |
Tout en prêchant |
Me regardait faire |
S' disant «Dans une décade |
Quand elle sera en rade |
Elle viendra m' raconter tout ça» |
Confiteor et cetera |
Car moi, j’y allais qu'évidemment |
Me choisir un amant |
Au benedicamus |
Ils étaient tous |
Sur la sellette |
Pour désigner l'élu |
Moi, j’avais plus |
Qu'à lever la tête |
Aux aguets les punaises |
Chuchotaient, bien à l’aise |
Et faisaient des paris tout haut |
Et cum spiri-i-tu tuo |
Car j’avais bien l’air d’y aller |
Que pour les faire parler |
Au dernier évangile |
Fallait voir s’ils |
Quittaient leur chaise |
Derrière tout un peloton |
De margotons |
Et de punaises |
Je sortais la dernière |
Juste après la chaisière |
Un beau gars m’attendait en face |
Tralala, Deo gratias |
Et il m’entraînait pour de bon |
Balançant mes jupons |
Balançant mes jupons |
Balançant mes jupons |
(translation) |
When to mass I was going |
So had to |
See thumbtacks |
Eyeing me shamelessly |
From the corner of their |
A skewed gaze |
Through their joined hands |
They were throwing spikes at me |
"Look what she looks like" |
Hail, hail Marie Stella |
'Cause I was only going for good |
Swing my petticoats |
Listening to the sermon |
I was doing my |
Little inventory |
The not mean priest |
While preaching |
Watched me do |
Saying "In a decade |
When she's down |
She will come and tell me all about it” |
Confiteor et cetera |
Because me, I was going there of course |
Choose me a lover |
At Benedicamus |
They were all |
On the carpet |
To appoint the elected |
Me, I had more |
Just raise your head |
On the lookout for bedbugs |
Whispered, comfortable |
And were betting out loud |
And cum spiri-i-tu tuo |
'Cause I looked like I was going |
Than to make them talk |
To the last gospel |
Had to see if they |
left their chair |
Behind a whole platoon |
From margotons |
And bedbugs |
I came out last |
Right after the chair |
A handsome guy was waiting in front of me |
Tralala, Deo gratias |
And he was training me for good |
Swinging my petticoats |
Swinging my petticoats |
Swinging my petticoats |