Lyrics of Servis kabaré - Baster

Servis kabaré (original)

Dann servis kabaré, kabaré makwalé, servis kaf malgas
Dann ninport kel mwa lané, sof koman i fo fé kabar la oté
Po remersi zot bann zanzèt, lé la po donn azot kouraz
Kouraz po kontinié, sak granpèr, granmèr dann tan lontan té i fé
La kaz gramoun Baba, la kaz madame Kaf, kaz Zaza
Sizèr i sonn, soley i tonb, lé lèr mèt manzé sou la tab
Ti pé ti pé domoune i ariv, marmay gramoune zot tout lé la
Lo kor ti frèr ti sèr isonn, zot tour va ni po rant dann ron
Oté sonn roulèr ti frèr
Aswar kaz granmèr amwin
Lespri lo mor lé la oté
Po kraz in maloya pilé
Lodèr kari si d’fé i lèv, marmit volay lo grin lé kwi
Sou pié zavoka koté la varang, granmèr si son tabouré i akout
Lo rom dovin i fé lo tour, plato boutéy so d’lo i suiv
Néna sak i bwa néna sak i manz, lespribondié la fèt lé la
Dann servis kabaré, lespri lo kèr lo kor lé la
Lespri in boug lé mor baya, lo kèr son fanm i pri po li
Déor roulèr i donn lo grin, romans gramoune la i rézonn
Aswar ziska granmatin, pil pilé momon krazé roulé dansé
Dann servis kabaré, makwalé kaf malgas
Dann nimport kel mwa lané, zansèt gramoune la lé la
Mét manzé sou la tab, baté baté roulèr
Po donn ali lo gou oté, respir lodèr son kiltir

(translation)

Dan service cabaret, mackerel cabaret, Malagasy coffee service
It doesn't matter what month of the year it is, except how it's done here
Don't thank your angels, there don't give courage
Courage to continue, what grandfathers, grandmothers did in the past
There's Baba's house, Madame Kaf's house, Zaza's house
The bell rings, the sun goes down, and it's time to eat at the table
Little by little, domoune has arrived, all of them are there
When the little brothers are alone, their turn will be no more
There is the sound of the little brother's car
Good evening grandma amwin
The spirit of death over there
Cracked skin is peeling
The smell of curry is on the lips, the chicken stew is on the skin
On the avocado tree next to Varang, grandma if her stool is loud
When the wine is poured into the tower, the bottle tray follows
No matter what you drink or what you eat, the divine spirit is born there
Dan service cabaret, the spirit of the heart of the heart
The spirit is angry at the dead man, the heart of his wife is the price of his skin
Behind the wheel is the green, the romance of the gramoune is resonating
Evening until dawn, piles piled, crushed, rolled, danced
Dan service cabaret, makwalé kaf malgas
No matter what month of the year, the ancestors of Gramoune are there
Put food on the table, beat beat roller
Don't forget the taste of the place, breathe the smell of culture